She had watched horrified as the new king flung T'Challa's limp body over the waterfall's ledge, sending him hurdling into the violent depths below. Nakia then remembered the way that his eyes had fixed on her, the way his lips curled into an evil, frightening smile. "And her," he demanded, "After the ceremony, bring her to me." Warning: Dark fic. Erik Killmonger/Nakia.