Summary: After being crowned King, the entire country has been under his control. Throughout his entire reign as King, he longs for a companion, a partner, a Queen. Erik is the type to be entertained so he hosts an event for all women of any class to attend. Any woman who would willingly attend this event would accept their fates.
A/N: I thought this was such a cunt ass idea to do. Like.. Erik wouldn’t have no bitch as a Queen. Well, a weak bitch.
Erik marched into the throne room as the elders waited for him and his general, Okoye, and W’kabi was also there. Each step he took was of such power that radiated from his body. He was accompanied by two Dora Milaje’s. He wore traditional clothing but he had a stylist to give it that modern-day look in America. A combination of both cultures for he was half Wakandan. His dreads had grown longer too.
But they were neatly tied into a bun and some dreads framed his face. Each person in the room looked at him and felt something in their throats. Perhaps they were intimidated, all but Okoye. She didn’t like him very much. But she had to serve. W’Kabi liked Erik more than T’Challa because when he did something he meant it.
Even if that meant getting certain people out of the way. But was that worth his lifelong friend T’Challa? W’Kabi’s hand was about to intertwine with Okoye’s until she smacked it away. She looked at her husband with rage burning through her eyes.
“Do not touch me.” She muttered before she turned her head in Erik’s direction, seeing him take his seat on the throne. “I’ve called you all here today because I had an idea in my head whilst doing some paperwork in my office.” Erik started off then he told his plan to the people in the room.
After he got done the explaining, Okoye scrunched up her face in confusion. “Why would you do something like this? We don’t need any more Wakandan citizens dying at the hands of some simple game. All this for a Queen?” Her thick accent filled the silence of the room. Erik rolled his eyes before explaining himself whilst playing with the necklace that his father had gifted him when he was just a child.
“Why would I do that? It would be so easy. I fought for my role as a monarch. Nothing in this life is given without a price. You die? You die. Straight facts.” Erik said to Okoye. Nothing in his mind could change what he had already conjured up as a plan. “Any other objections?” Erik asked looked at the Elders. They didn’t say anything.
“Good. You’re dismissed. All of you.” He ordered the members of his court. They looked at him one last time before leaving. “Looks like we’re gonna have some fun!” Erik shouted to pet jaguar that he had adopted. Her name was Spots. Spots simply trotted towards him and brushed herself against his leg when she arrived next to him. Earning a soft rub on her back.
You lived within the forests of Wakanda. Isolating yourself from your family that was apart of River Tribe. You found peace within nature and you needed some new clothes. So you decided to head out into the city to gather those clothes. You took a shortcut through the forest as you pushed many vines out of your way whilst hearing the chirping of birds. Eventually, you made it and you waved at a few kids that brushed passed you. You saw your favorite shop with the softest fabrics known to man.
It was probably where King Erik ordered his clothing from. It even had an upgrade building wise. Your bare feet marched to the shop wondering what type of outfit should you buy. “Hmph, maybe I’ll get some.. Blankets.. Two dresses… and a robe.” You arrived at the shop and pulled the door forward. Dozens of girls were inside trying on the most beautiful dresses you had ever seen. But some couldn’t even fit in them.
“What’s all this?” You asked the cashier lady. Her name was Maya. “The King has offered a position. A high one… The chance to be Queen.” Maya smiled whilst handing you some clothing that was in a basket. Before you could speak she chimed in. “I already know your usual order.” She said. You smiled before hugging her with the basket in her hand and then you released her and you handed her the money for it.
“So, King Erik wants a Queen huh? This can be my chance. I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to sip from the finest chalice there is.” You said in a daze as your eyes darted to the Dora Milaje escorted the women somewhere.
“Well, you better hurry up then. They’re escorting them to the arena.” Maya advised her laying a hand on her shoulder. “Shit!” You gave her the basket and scrambled off to catch up with the women. And so you did. “H-Hey! Hold on, I want to sign up too.” You manage to say whilst running.
The Dora Milaje paused their movements and so did the women that signed up. Ayo looked at you with an emotionless expression, her brown eyes scanning over you. “Well then continue to walk. This is all that have signed up. If you know what’s good for you… You’d turn back.” She said banging her the end of her spear into the ground and so did the other warrior women in unison.
Everyone continued their walk and you had no hesitation. You wanted to sit on that throne and King Erik was a looker. The two of you shared some similarities. Both coming from nothing and had aspirations to be at the top.
All of the girls were escorted to a private room within the arena. It had warrior-like outfits that would expose their skin. “All of you change,” Ayo ordered before leaving the girls alone in the room. Each girl changed into their clothes and left when they were done. Ayo walked alongside them to lead them to the main part of the arena. They arrived and some swooned of just having King Erik in their presence. “Silence,” Ayo said to the girls who were being dramatic.
Sixteen women in total had signed up to participate in this bloody event. They all wore very little clothing with armor so that they wouldn’t be weighed down in battle. Some were in the Border Tribe, River Tribe, Merchant Tribe, and Mining. Erik sat on his throne playing with the claws on his necklace. Finally, his chocolate brown eyes darted to each woman’s face. He smirked at some of the girls.
“I must remind you the purpose of this event. I’ve been tired of not being accompanied throughout this kingdom. All of you willingly have blessed us with your presence. Sixteen women will be split into four groups. Within each individual group must be a survivor. If not, the remaining members will fight each other. If it is no survivor at all then this event will be no more. However, if it is one they will be crowned Queen. The reason that the circumstances are like this because I need a Queen that can fight and just be as ruthless as me.” He informed the women and half of the Wakandan population that had shown up that sat in the stands of the arena.
“If you die the servants will simply pick up your body and give you the proper burial with your family present. Now that’s out of the way, summon your weapons. All of you will fight when I give the order.” He gestured to the holographic screens that were in front of each woman.
They swiped the screen until they reached their desired weapon. In an instant, their weapons were now in their hands. Erik began to talk and started to place each woman into a group. Then they got into four rows. “This group.. Go into the battlefield. The rest stay back and watch.” He ordered in an authoritative tone.
You watched the first group of four girls enter the center of the battlefield. Erik gave the signal and each girl ran towards whoever they targeted. Your eyes scanned over the girls as they fought violently. Erik was completely intrigued by a particular girl’s fighting style and was amazed by her. Perhaps she would be the one to survive- Unfortunately, she received a jab in the neck from a spear.
The girl collapsed on the ground and bled out. She didn’t need a doctor around to know that she wouldn’t make it. One girl down, three left. The three girls were going at each other’s throats until one remained. She had swung her sword in a clockwise motion, the sword had met with both girl’s stomachs. Crimson blood had dripped from their wounds as they collapsed on the ground. Erik clapped for the woman who had fought her first battle.
She fought with elegance and grace. Wasn’t messy at all and got to the point. “State your name and tribe.” Erik intimidating eyes had gazed through hers. She got on one knee before doing the Wakandan Salute. “I am Nandi Zaire! Of the Merchant Tribe.” She introduced herself to the king.
Nandi’s eyes looked up at Erik’s and so he simply smirked. “You’ve fought well. Go to the sides and spectate.” Erik pointed to an area where the remaining survivors could stand. The servants had picked up the bodies that were laying on the ground and later on, would inform their families to give them the proper burial.
Two groups of four had already fought. Some citizens in the stands would gasp at how cruel the women could be in battle all of for a spot on the throne. Blood was splattered everywhere and that immediately made you have second thoughts on fighting. But hey! You had faith and you couldn’t back out now. You were always good with a weapon and you knew how to fight. For your tribal mate Nakia, had taught you so many moves because the both of you had grown up together.
Erik’s brown eyes scanned each member of the current group left. Including you. For a brief second the two of you didn’t want to pull away- Erik coughed to break it, paying attention, now. “You all may now enter the center.” You looked at the other girls before jogging to the center.
Two girls were in front of you and another girl. “Fight!” His low voice roared, echoing throughout the entire building. A holographic screen came into existence showing the number 0. “1… 2… 3…” The automatic voice counted down on the number three before disappearing. All of the girls got into their stances and so did you.
All of you began fighting for your lives with such persistence in hopes of gaining crownship. One down… leaving three left. One down… leaving two left. You and another girl. Whilst fighting each other she had the upper hand and most citizens cheered for her as they saw you on the ground coughing for air after being stabbed in the side. She walked towards you with her sword in her hand. You looked to the side before grabbing your spear.
You mustered enough energy to get up and charge towards her. However, because you had a spear it was a superior weapon against her sword and you pierced the cold tip through her hand as she released a scream. You pulled the spear back causing blood to trickle down her fingers and it made her drop the sword. Erik was watching the fight with a wicked smile on his face. Okoye was beside him and looked at Erik.
“How can you be so intrigued by something so cruel?” She asked him in a quiet voice and he looked at her his smile dying down to a smirk. He sucked his teeth playfully. “Ain’t nothing you seen before.” He said before turning back with his teeth sucking the air witnessing you jab the tip of your spear through her chest. “Damn, she got her,” Erik mumbled before clearing his throat. In the midst of the aftermath of the fighting, stood Y/N L/N.
Your kinky hair blew slightly in the warm breeze as a calm expression happened upon your face. Your chest rose and fall repeatedly obviously exhausted from all that fighting. You looked down noticing blood that was your entire body and dead bodies laying underneath your bare feet. “State your name and tribe.” He demanded of yourself. You did the Wakandan Salute with your chin held high.
“I am Y/N L/N of the River Tribe.” You informed the King Of Wakanda. “Join the other women. The four of you will wash up and meet me in my kingdom. We have much to prepare for tomorrow. If that’s any of you survive.” He clearly stated for all to hear. You nodded and joined the other four women. After that, the servants had led the small group out of the arena. And into the Royal Kingdom.
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