"Lost?" T’Challa whispered. It was difficult to hold back the sting of his tears as he imagined Kendall being without any love from her parents. From anyone. Oh, this poor child. How can such a wonderful young lady be treated so
He tensed from the contact at first, more from shock than discomfort. It wasn’t for a few moments that he realized what a relief it was, to be hugged by his stepdaughter. His family. Someone who needed the comfort of a parent.
That was his cue to finally embrace her back, taking her into his great arms with the intent of never letting her go. “Of course, dear Kendall,” he murmured, shifting slightly so he could look her in the eye. “I know you will make the perfect older sister. Come, let us visit her.”
"Oh, Goddess, I’m sorry," she smiled. "That wasn’t ladylike of me, was it?" She took a deep calming breath. "Thank you, T’Challa. This means more to me than you can imagine." Her eyes shone with hope, the exact replica of her mother’s. It had been a while since she felt the embrace of a parent, much less a male parental figure.
"May I see her?" Kendall asked, a feeling of care and protection towards her new little sister-the same type of feeling that she felt when Evan was born, and again when she met Rory. "I wonder if she’ll remind me of my baby brother at home," she questioned, softly. "Hopefully I won’t miss her growing up, as I did with Evan and Rory."
He only shook his head, waving his hand in dismissal. “Hardly unladylike, dear one. You are a person with feelings, as am I. Shocking, I know.” The king smiled back at her. If Mawusi became anything like Kendall when she grew up, he would surely be proud.
"Of course you can. She would be delighted to see you," he replied, motioning for her to come with, albeit quietly. T’Challa lowered his own voice to a murmur. "You will do your best, Kendall. As you have with your own family."
Kendall followed T’Challa quietly down the enormous hall towards her baby sister’s room. Her heartbeat quickened as questions filled her head. Did she look like Rory? Or an infant Evan? A swelling feeling began in her heart, as she awaited to meet the newest member of her family. “Thank you T’Challa,” she whispered back, not wanting to disturb her sibling’s slumber.