With the fighting done, M'Baku had taken to the role of king quickly enough and was keen to have peace between their nations. Less chance of trouble with colonizers for us both. A fair enough sentiment. With all the plans for a banquet made in the days beforehand, Namor asked a simple question.
Will the Princess be there?
A moment of silence, of a brow furrowed in thought and then considered words.
She will make an appearance.
It was no lie. The banquet was going well when Shuri arrived. A dress of pale ivory white, edged with gold and a detailed intricate pattern stitched on in a soft brown, with a soft tuft of some necklace around her theoat. Her arms appeared from the slits along the sleeves, hands clasped in front of her.
Luminous. That was the only way to describe how she looked.
He wasnt't alone in watching her. Every other eye in the room went to her. There were heads inclined in acknowledgement and murmurs of greeting as Shuri started to go through the room. There were smiles and quiet laughs and Namor found himself yearning for her to look at him like that once more.
His stomach lurched when he realised what was on her neck. That simple beaded necklace with its small tuft of feathers dangling just enough to brush the hollow of her throat.
... It was his feathers gracing her neck.
There was a quick flutter from his ankle wings as he took in her dress once more. Now that she was a little closer, he could see the stitches better. It was a delicate feather shape, patterned on the whole dress. Gold thread shimmered through the soft brown and now it was his own heart lurching as he abruptly noticed the single bare spot of skin: a diamond shape, from the hollow of her throat to the shallow valley between her breasts, with his feathers crowning the top.
It seemed so sudden that she was before him, wearing such a bold statement in a dress. He found himself at a loss for words as he finally looked at her face. She was calm and perfectly poised as her eyes skimmed over him and the barest shred of a smile came to her lip.
His name was cool and polite from her lips; not a trace of the warmth he had heard for others. When he kept her gaze, he saw no trace of the smile there. He understood too well now why M'Baku had spoken so when he asked. Shuri was simply playing nice to keep the peace M'Baku wanted.
If she had a choice, she would not be here tonight.
"Princess Shuri." That was all he dared say to her as he reluctantly dropped his gaze and inclined his head to her.
She gave a brief nod and continued on, satisfied that protocol had been fulfilled. All Namor could do was watch her go.
He knew well enough what he had seen in her eyes: coldness and the ashes of her heart. Perhaps one day, in the future, she would be able to find forgiveness for him. But he knew that she would never forget.
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