blood of the covenant ; is thicker than the water of the womb . words could never have been more true for the relationship that ontari shared with the skai born native octavia ; the woman was every much a warrior as those born under the sand and in the depths of the glowing forests. equally as formidable as the azgedian towers , and as clever as the woodland archers. she has the mental fortitude to understand that sacrifice was a necessary part of survival. and it was that mentality that had brought the two girls together ; ontari had been raised in azgeda. death was not something she was unfamiliar with , children died every winter from the drastic drop in temperature , favorite animals sacrified if deep winter ran too long. when the idea of eating their own had come up ; there was very little hesitation in the heda , almost all of it coming from the little voice in her head telling her to try to find any other solution before blindly agreeing to human sacrifice.
the little voice didn’t really ammount to much though , when the reality was — eat or die. and the covenant the girls had formed , in order to keep their people alive. was one not so eaisly broken. blodreina was her queen now , and octavia was her sister. who this man was to her in any former life. didn’t really matter anymore. not as far as ontari was concerned anyway. eyes flicker to moving fingers , she can see white forming around the base of them from the strength of the grip he has on the blade. his statment has her biting at words ; wishing very much that she were back with her people. he would no longer have a head if this were up to her ; one pass at her religion was one thing , but comparing their god to the demon that had taken over… “ ALIE and pramheda are nothing alike ; i would know. i was watching from the back of my mind , as she played me and everyone else like instruments. pramheda does nothing , she simply is legacy , watches and suggests — and provides historical insight on matters. ” the crack in her voice as she tries to push down memories ; a time she’d rather forget , she remembers — she remembers all of it , the initial compliance , and then the agony as she stopped being in control of her own flesh. she remembers how he adided in them using her as a bloodbag for their precious blonde leader. and how if it hadn’t been for their overmedicated doctor ; she would have very much died.
and roan ; too kind for azgeda. “ roan could have defeated a platoon of enemy warriors single handed. and any squad injured. that battle lost , was purposeful. a sacrifice ; not that you people would understand what that even is. what have you lost bellamy ? a few hundred ? i lost thousands - sacrifieced , because we decided to share to help keep your people , and others alive. so i worked with your sister to save the last of what i had. i’m sure my king would have been fine with my decisions. ” the skai born calling roan her brother doesn’t sit well with the young heda , despite the realities of their dynamic , they were not blood related. ontari would never be an azgedian princess , and it felt insulting to their memory to place her name on their family tree.
Venom seeps in the back of his throat and he wants so desperately to lash out against her. To make her feel that anger that's running through his veins to the tips of his fingers. He wants her to feel the same hurt and betrayal that he's currently feeling at a false reality that he refused to believe. He wouldn't let his sister go that easily. Sure, he had a new family as of now, but Octavia would forever be a part of that. She was his sister, both in blood and in out of it and for years, he had sacrificed everything just to keep her safe. He wouldn't stop because some girl who believed in higher beings told him that they were no longer siblings, but simply people in each other's lives. Nothing could separate the bond that he shared with his sister. Nothing. And if something ever did, Bellamy would make sure the world burned at his hands, with everyone inside of it, before he accepted that she no longer saw him as family.
A breath, and he gazes at the other. Fire igniting his vision at her words and he wants to strangle her. To feel the breath leave her lungs. How dare she ask such a question. He had lost so many. Lost people who meant quite a lot to him. He would never get their faces out of his head. He will never forget the struggle and how hard he tried to save each of them, even putting his own self in danger. "You know, I tried to save him." He starts, gaze hooded by his lashes as he takes his gaze off of her to look at the blade. "I almost killed Echo just to save him because I believed in Roan." He looks up at her, through those same lashes and he's ready to pounce. To take her to the ground and slaughter her. To rip the chip out of the back of her head and watch as it killed her slowly, her black blood coating the floor beneath where they stood.
"Octavia Blake is my sister, not yours." He speaks clearly, annunciating each word as he does. He moves his arm, holding the blade out, the tip pointing just under her chin, at her throat. "You are nothing, Ontari. You have nothing. You were just a girl who Nia believed could rule. You aren't even related to them. I was doing you a curtsy, but you're nothing more than a nobody." He pauses, waiting for her to make a move, he'll hold his ground until she does. "If you want Octavia as your family, then you're going to have to kill me first and tell me, how would you Queen like to be told that her subject killed the brother that she hasn't seen in six years?"