"I'm glad you could come, and not as the King of Latveria." The current King of Wakanda, T'Chaka, stood not far from the prince, holding a copy of his speech. Unlike certain African nations, the Wakandans did not wear traditional ethnic clothing when attending the conference, choosing black suits as their business attire instead. The event that had ultimately pushed the Sokovia Accords forward was the death of Wakandans in Nigeria. As king, T'Chaka had been given the chance to deliver this address, while his Royal Guard still remained outside the entrance, unable to enter the venue.
However, Salomon believed that part of the reason T'Chaka had been allowed onto the stage was because the outside world knew that some Vibranium was still kept in Wakanda. "I know you must be resentful that Wakanda did not honor the agreement, but you also failed to tell Wakanda what you intended to do. That would be very damaging to Wakanda's international reputation after opening itself to the world. You know this, Salomon. Though your cause is just, your methods matter too. Right now, you have only enemies and no friends. That is dangerous."
"Then let's say both sides were at fault. But I need to correct one mistake: my regent is helping me find friends, and he has already found them." Salomon smiled. He understood T'Chaka's thoughts very well. The king had always possessed an inexplicable faith in the West, which was the fundamental reason he had sent Prince T'Challa to Oxford to study. Perhaps he believed Wakanda's spies and military could defend its borders, or perhaps Wakanda's overwhelming technological advantage had made a man who should have considered the worst-case scenario blindly optimistic. If T'Challa had been the one making the decision, he would most likely not have chosen a policy