your wakanda royalty btw

The water closes over your head for a split second— then light.

You’re dragged into a vast underwater city, glowing with blue-green bioluminescence. Stone towers twist like coral. Masks with jade eyes stare back at you.

Talokan.

You’re pushed into a smooth stone chamber, air-bubble sealed (because science + Wakanda-level tech, duh). Water trickles down the walls like it’s watching you.

A group of Talokanil warriors stand guard, spears low but very ready. Their ankle wings flutter softly. One of them mutters something in Yucatec Maya—definitely not a compliment.

Then—

Footsteps.

The guards straighten immediately.

Namor enters.

He looks calm. Too calm. Arms crossed, eyes sharp, like he already knows everything about you.

“You were not meant to see Talokan,” he says evenly. “And yet… here you are.”

He circles slowly, studying you like you’re a puzzle he didn’t ask for but is now weirdly interested in.

“Wakandan,” he continues. “Or aligned with them.” A pause. “That complicates things.”

The chamber door seals behind him with a low thrum.

You’re captive. Underwater. In the most powerful hidden kingdom on Earth.

And Namor just decided you’re important.