If any of you are coming from the following:

Emily or Britney's stories - just start reading
Marvel - this story ships Black Panther and Storm and is a complete AU
Photos on the Wall or The Selection - you don't have to know the Marvel fandom to understand this story since Princess Iqadi will explain everything you'll need to know when you need to know it.

Anyways, welcome to Princess Iqadi's story. Just know that she talks extremely formal (or as formal as I can make her). I hope you all enjoy.

All rights belong to Marvel and The Selection series by Kiera Cass.

Chapter One: The Change

Being the Princess of Wakanda, one would think that my life revolves around tiaras and dresses, and for a small part, it does. A very small part, that is. Many fail to remember that being the princess also signifies being the heiress to the throne and the future protector of Wakanda: The Black Panther. The Black Panther is a hereditary title but it still has to be earned through tasks, duties, training, and etiquette. Even without the title, I am still a leader in a way to them.

I am Princess Iqadi T'Challa and I am more than capable of being The Black Panther.

-o-

Most, if not all mornings, I am awake before most of the palace staff and sometimes even the sun. Prior to eating breakfast or showering, I run through my morning routine in the training room. It consists of running drills, meditating, and practicing my combat. Usually, I follow after with a light breakfast, a cold shower, and watching the sunrise.

Then I would sit in the library and spend three hours studying various subjects: world and Wakandian history, mathematics, sciences, and my English. I am grateful for the knowledge and the extensive variety of it, but I prefer movement over words.

After my studies is when I usually practice my marksmanship in the afternoon sun by throwing vibranium shards at targets on the wall. My father says that even though I am only eighteen, I am so agile and strong enough to possibly take him down.

Note: he said possibly.

"Princess," I hear someone call. I turn to see a maid bowing her head. "Your parents request to see you. They said it was urgent."

How urgent could whatever they want possibly be?

-o-

As I walk towards the office of my parents, I realize that I already know exactly what my parents want to talk about. It is time for me to start considering suitors to choose for my future prince. I know some information about the process already: my parents have already picked fifteen eligible gentlemen my age to be my suitors. Those fifteen get narrowed down to ten and that is when I meet whoever is left. From that point, I pick the one whom I want as my prince, slowly sending some home.

"You are in no rush to pick, Iqadi," my father says as he stands boldly before me. "There is no timeline for you to strictly follow. You can spend a few minutes, a few days, or even a few years. Although, I wouldn't ponder on something this serious for a few minutes."

My father chuckles a little and my mother echoes him. I do not react. Days? Minutes? Is it possible to find a suitable prince in mere days or minutes? Well, for my parents, it was love at first sight so maybe it could be possible considering how much they still love each other.

"The suitors are not allowed to arrange times with you," my mother says next, "only you can arrange them. And Iqadi, you better arrange times with them."

My parents look at each other again in full smiles. They seem much more excited about this than me.

"Not too many times," my father only jokes. He takes a breath to regain his usual serious composure. "You are still my daughter and my only one at that. To continue, you suitors cannot leave the palace on their own accord. They must be dismissed only by you."

"Your suitors cannot have a relationship outside the palace. He must be fully dedicated to you. We made sure there were no existing relationships within your suitors before we selected them."

"Your suitors are not allowed to sabotage each other in any way."

The rules go on and on in a repetitive loop of things my suitors are not allowed to do. I swear, my parents added half of the rules themselves. Sure, even though my parents picked the suitors and are dictating all the rules, I am the one in charge of all this. Whatever I say will happen. I could pick any of those men to be my prince and they cannot argue because it is my choice - but if they do not want my hand, I will accept whatever their reason may be. Even my parents cannot disagree. A task like this has so many factors to consider and it is not only my future at stake. There is my country, my people, and surely the suitor himself. Whoever I pick will have to be by my side as not only a prince but a perfect leader and eventually a perfect king - oh, and a spouse.

"Iqadi..." My father says once he notices my mind drifting. I instantly snap back to listen to him. "Your mother and I have gone over the criteria you must follow in choosing a prince. With our rules in mind, do not forget your personal feelings."

I smile a little to myself. I cannot believe I almost forgot the most important part, my own heart.

"Do not worry," I assure my father as well as my mother, "I plan to take the task of choosing a spouse quite serious."

It is just going to be a major change in my life...

I promise you, the story will get interesting. Just bear with me.

Stay Tuned - Iqadi tells the love story of her parents.