i was alone. heading on my walkabout. i was excited by the prospect. a chance to test my survival skills. and a chance to be my own man, unburdened by title or expectation. and perhaps, a chance to make a true friend.

as a prince, he had many companions, young men and women who claimed to be his friend. after time, the young prince could discern those that were blinded by royalty and those that didn’t. there were not many outside of the royal family that was true at heart in their motives. 

it was on his walkabout that he found his true love. he had been with girls before. but none held a candle to the wind rider.

of all the things i saw on my journey….nothing compared to the first sight of her.

he could remember the instant attraction, the undeniable and all consuming desire he had for her. t’challa was entranced with her beauty, her intelligence, her strength, her courage, and the morals of a pocket thief.  

it was his anger, his need to take revenge upon his father murderer that pulled them apart. he was a foolish boy. just a boy who fell in love at the wrong time.

                    ❛  it is no secret that the woman that  c a p t u r e d  my heart was ororo  ❜