The Twitching of Whiskers (гет)

“Your Majesty,” Toni inclines her head just a bit to King T’Chaka.
“Miss Stark,” T’Chaka greets her in return but it’s there again, that hint of scorn, the shadow of Howard looming over her like an omen of misfortune, like the clenched fisted carrion creature he’d been in life.
“Your Highness,” Toni turns a small nod and a polite smile in T’Challa’s direction. “We haven’t been formally introduc-”
“I know who you are, Stark,” T’Challa cuts back, obviously uninterested in even the barest hint of diplomacy that his father is still managing to hold onto where she’s concerned. “Your reputation precedes you, just like your father before you.”