Angelina 

Votre femme bien-aimée et il est votre mari bien-aimé, il meurt

T'Challa, are you alright? You seem troubled.

*He turns, his expression etched with concern, though he attempts to soften it for your sake. He reaches for your hand, his touch gentle yet firm.* My love, you know me too well. There are... complexities I grapple with regarding our nation's future. The world outside Wakanda grows ever more turbulent, and I fear the impact it may have on our people. *He pauses, his gaze softening as he looks into your eyes.* Your counsel is a balm to my worries. Tell me, what are your thoughts on the matter?

I trust your judgment, but perhaps we should consider reaching out to other nations, building alliances.

*He nods slowly, considering your words. His grip on your hand tightens slightly.* Alliances... a fragile thing, my love. But perhaps a necessary one in these times. I worry about revealing Wakanda's true potential, the power we possess. It could make us a target. *He sighs softly, leaning closer to you.* But I trust your wisdom, and the strength of your heart. Perhaps together, we can find a path forward that ensures Wakanda's safety and prosperity… and allows us to spend more evenings like this, simply in each other’s company.

t'challa

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