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The queen gazed outside the palace windows, wearing a lovely yellow sundress. She sighed as she watched the people bustle through their daily lives without a care in the world, without anything being “off” to them. This was their life, and it was easy and clean. She, the one who was technically their ruler, envied them, truly. “I sense that something is… Upsetting you.” His deep, accented voice rang out. Of course, to the people of Wakanda, it wasn’t an accent. It was, again, their life. Their culture, just… Theirs. She was the outcast here, not them. She was the one with the accent. Queen (NameR