summery: you remembered the taste of his mouth when you had first dared to kiss him; his lips, though cracked, were firm and gentle as they moved against yours.
warnings: fluffy goodness. brief mentions of smut. soft!roan.
words: 1.6k.
notes: this was written a lifetime ago when I first created this blog. It was requested and dedicated to the lovely roankomspacekru, who goes by a different name. i thought, since i’m updating masterlists, i’d clean this up and share it with the world again. <3
When you woke, the early morning light was beginning to seep through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. The cool air slipped beneath the blanket, kissing the bare skin of your legs as you swung them out from the warmth of your bed. A shiver ran up your spine when your feet touched the chilly wooden floor, and you pattered across the room to the balcony, drawn by the promise of a new day.
The sky greeted you with a breathtaking display of colours—a pretty pink horizon swathed in pastel oranges and blues streaked with delicate white clouds that looked like wisps of cotton. The air was brisk and biting, a reminder of the unforgiving climate of the Azgeda capital. The balcony floor and railing were coated in a thin layer of frost, making them slippery. Goosebumps prickled your skin, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing your palms up and down to stave off the cold.
You should have expected this biting chill, the glacial weather that characterised the mornings here, especially when you decided to accompany Clarke and the others to the Azgeda capital. But nothing could have truly prepared you for the bone-deep cold, the kind that seeped into your very core and made your toes numb as you stood there in a shirt that was two sizes too big for you.
Common sense dictated that you should return to bed, where you could cocoon yourself in warmth until the bed dipped with the weight of your lover. Roan didn't come to you every night. Most nights, he slept in his chambers two floors above yours. You didn't mind. Your relationship with him was fresh and new, only a few weeks old, and your intimate encounters had been limited but deeply meaningful.
The excitement of this new relationship was still thrilling, and you were content to let it develop at its own pace. You didn't want to rush him, and you knew he wouldn't rush you. Roan would come to you when he wanted, not a moment sooner, and that understanding made each visit all the more special.
His scent still lingered on your sheets from your last late-night rendezvous. He smelled like the earth, strong and hearty, mingled with the unmistakable scents of sweat and violence. It was a combination you hadn't expected to find appealing, but it worked. You loved the way Roan smelled.
Sometimes, you found yourself wrapped up in the sheets that still carried his scent, and you buried your face in the pillow to stifle your moans as your fingers danced down your belly to the apex of your thighs. The bruises on your hips, shaped by his fingertips, were a testament to your shared passion. Heat pooled in your core as you recalled the sinful things you and Roan had done together—the way his mouth had memorised every bruise and perfect imperfection on your body, how his stubble tickled the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and how his calloused fingers stroked your sweet spots with expert precision.
You thought about the feel of his hair running through your fingers; coarse and messy, it wasn't like silk but had its own rugged charm. The knots would catch on your nails as you worked them free. You remembered the taste of his mouth when you had first dared to kiss him; his lips, though cracked, were firm and gentle as they moved against yours. The sound of his groans against your ear as he slipped into your encasing heat still echoed in your mind, and the way your nails left crescent moons in his shoulders as he pushed you over the edge left you breathless.
The memories of your nights with him haunted your every waking moment and slumber. You felt like a love-struck teenager, which wasn't far from the truth. You were utterly enthralled with Roan Kom Azgeda.
Your palm brushed down your chest, over the soft swell of your breasts, to rest against your belly as you remembered the warmth that spread through your body when his seed filled you. Roan hadn't been your first, but all your past lovers paled in comparison. He could pull sounds from your throat that others could only dream of hearing.
He kissed you with a passion that touched the depths of your soul, revealing a side of him that he showed to no one else. With you, Roan was kind and gentle, yet wild and untamed. Being with him was a whirlwind of new emotions and experiences you had never imagined encountering while living in space.
You hadn't even thought it possible to be happy again after being sent to the ground with the other delinquents. You never imagined finding love in the arms of someone who had been, for a time, an enemy. But your relationship with Roan wasn't all rainbows and butterflies; it was fraught with challenges, tensions, and misunderstandings. You came from vastly different worlds, and some disagreements and fights sometimes left you convinced he would leave or worse, but neither had happened yet.
The door creaked as it was pushed open, pulling you from your thoughts and the fleeting moment of peace. You turned slightly, watching over your shoulder as he slipped into your room and closed the door behind him. Just the sight of him was enough to get your heart racing, your palms sweating, and your knees going weak.
"Roan." His name was a whispered word, a puff of steam slipping from your mouth as your hot breath mingled with the chilled air. You smiled brightly, turning to face him as he came toward you.
His expression was stern, his perfect mouth pulled into a thin line. You noticed that he looked the same as the day before at the summit. He must have had a long day and an even longer night. He had to be exhausted, but he didn't show it if he was.
"You should be sleeping," he commented, his lips pulling down at the corners when he noticed you shivering. You hadn't realised how cold you were until his heated gaze washed over you. His large hands replaced yours, rubbing up and down your arms before drawing you against his chest. You buried your face against the harsh leather straps and coarse fur he wore, finding comfort in their familiarity.
"I wasn't tired," you lied halfheartedly. The truth was, you were still exhausted. The cold was sapping your energy, making you want to spend the entire day in bed, especially if Roan was with you. You snuggled closer to him, drawing his scent deep into your lungs, relishing the feel of his hands on your back. His presence chased the cold away.
Roan knew you were lying. He could hear the inflection in your voice even as it was muffled against his chest. He pulled back to look down at you, smiling faintly when he saw the sleep in your eyes. You tried to stifle a yawn, but he saw that too.
His head tilted as his hot gaze drifted down your body. His trousers became uncomfortably tight as he noticed the outline of your hardened nipples through the material of. . .
"Is that my shirt?"
You looked down as colour rushed up your neck and into your face. Shifting your weight to your right foot, you avoided his stare. "It might be," you replied softly, sheepishly. Roan didn't know you had it; you had taken it without permission.
And he certainly didn't know that it helped you sleep at night. You missed him terribly when he wasn't with you, and having something that smelled like him helped lull you to sleep.
"I've been looking for it."
You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling nervously as you looked at him from beneath your lashes. He was smiling down at you, his eyes crinkling at the edges, making your heart somersault. "You can have it back. . . if you want it."
He shook his head.
"No. Keep it. It looks better on you."
You squealed when he lifted you into his arms without warning. Your legs wrapped tightly around his hips, your fingers digging into his shoulders as his palms grabbed your ass roughly. Roan chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling up from within his chest as he carried you inside, away from the cold. He moved quickly, holding you as though you weighed nothing, to the sizable four-post bed in the middle of the room.
"Roan!" You squeaked his name in embarrassment, feeling his fingers digging into the globes of your backside. You still hadn't gotten used to this part—him being so forward and open with his desires, which you could feel pressing against your clothed heat through his trousers.
You blushed harder, and he chuckled again.
He found it endearing that you were still so coy with him that he could make you blush with a few words or a sinful glance. Roan liked being the one to bring you out of your shell, to be the one to expose you to new emotions and experiences, sexual and otherwise. But right now, at this very moment, he wanted only to hold you in his arms while he slept.
He set you on your feet, his hands leaving your body to unfasten his belt buckle, which fell to the floor with a loud clatter. You got into bed, settled beneath the blanket, and watched your lover as he stripped until he was standing only in leather trousers and nothing else.
You smiled at him, opened your arms, and Roan climbed beside you, enjoying your more petite body curling into his side. Without a word, he tilted his head down to find your mouth, one of his hands coming up to grab a fistful of your hair, and he captured your lips in a passionate kiss.
At that moment, wrapped in each other's arms, bathed in the rising sun's light, your tongue battling with his, you knew you had found where you truly belonged.
+ Roan is drunk one night and accidentally tells you he loves you. Partly inspired by Stormy Weather by The Kooks.
+ warnings: slight sexual insinuation
+ A/N: it’s been so long! I hope you guys like this :) another prompt ft’ing Roan will be posted soon so stay tuned!
You sat by the window to the balcony of your room in Polis. Storm clouds thundered overhead, lightning clapping and flashing, lighting up your face. The smell of wet earth wafted up even to your room high above the primitive metropolis.
You loved a good storm. Lifting yourself up from the bench by the window you walked over towards your bed, surrounded by lit candles. The flames flickered as you walked by, casting a warm glow throughout your grounder room.
You were about to lay in your soft, warm bed when a loud knock came at your door. Someone was fervently rapping against the metal door to your room.
You hoped no one was hurt, usually you were only bothered when Clarke or Bellamy or someone was hurt. You hoped they were safe back at Arkadia.
You wrapped yourself in a long coat and padded, barefoot over to the door. A squeal let out from the rusty doorknob and you pulled the door open.
Surprisingly, no one was standing there anxiously waiting to inform you of someone’s death. Instead it was King Roan, a very drunk Roan. The very King you may, or may not have been avoiding.
“Good evening, my King.” You stated sarcastically. As an ambassador for Skaikru you were expected to be polite and proper, but Roan knew better than to expect that from you. You were smart and a clever strategist but you were by no means going to follow the rules or expectations set for you.
Just another thing that Roan loves about you. You didn’t care for formalities or sugar coating things - no bullshit. Except for how you seem to be dodging him every chance you get.
“Hello Y/N.” He slurred. He brushed by you and let himself into your room. He sat down very ungraciously onto your bed with a loud grunt. He lifted his metal cup to his mouth and took a long, deep sip, closing his eyes so as to savor the drink as much as he can.
‘If he looks like that just enjoying a drink imagine his face when he c-‘ you shook your head, trying to shake away the naughty thought.
“And who do you think you are, barging into my room like this?” You asked, crossing your arms. You really wouldn’t have minded him barging into your room if not for the fact you had been avoiding him for weeks for a reason.
“Last time I checked, Love, I am your King.” He smirked and took another sip. “And you have been avoiding me. You do realize you have duties to your King?” His eyes peered over his cup at you as he finished it in one final swig. A droplet of the crimson liquor slipped down his cheek.
‘Duties to my king indee-‘ No! No more thoughts of your King like this.’ You mentally scolded yourself. This is why you had been avoiding his majesty.
Chuckling, you retort. “I have not been avoiding you.” You step towards Roan and grab the cup from his grasp, turning to set it on the table. You let out a yelp as two burly arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards.
“Roan!” You said scornfully, turning your head to try and hide the rapidly developing blush from his sight. You felt his chest heave as he let out a hearty laugh behind you.
“Look me in the eyes, Y/N, and tell me you haven’t been avoiding me.” He said almost huskily, his hot breath fanning your cheek. You sucked in a breath and took your lip between your teeth.
“You’re drunk, Roan.” You tried to stand but his grip only tightened. His fingers dug into your hips. That’ll definitely bruise.
‘Just imagine the bruises he could give you for-‘ your blush deepened at the thought of intimacy with Roan. Sure you had a thing for him but that would be wildly inappropriate and would probably risk the new neutrality secured for Skaikru. ‘You were sent here to ensure your people’s safety, not risk it because the King so happens to be obnoxiously attractive.’
“That doesn’t mean I don’t notice you avoiding me. Leaving any room I enter, making excuses to miss training sessions that you know I’ll be at, playing sick for political appointments.” His grip loosened and his face came close to yours. You felt his chest flush against your back. This time you made no action to get up, even as your heart thumped in your chest you thought all of Polis should be able to hear it.
“T-that isn’t true.” You gulped. His hand reached up and grasped your chin and turned you to look at him. His beautiful glacier blue eyes caught yours and didn’t let go.
“I know why you’ve been avoiding me, Y/N.” You bit your lip anxiously. So you have feelings for him, from all the close encounters training and the looks he gives you at meetings and dinners. You knew it wouldn’t be right to expect anything to develop so you put space between him and you, but the way he’s looking at you right now has you melting - in more than one sense of the word.
“What do you want?” It came out for a husky whisper than the strong, determined persona you were going for. You let out a shaky breath as his face inches closer, breaths mingling. His gaze never wavered as the space between you became smaller and smaller.
He didn’t reply with words but with his mouth. His lips came crashing onto yours, sloppy from the drink but not unenjoyable. After a few seconds of hesitation your arms slithered up around his neck and his found your waist. Neither of you separated until you both needed air.
Gasping for air, Roan rested his forehead against yours. His cheeks were tinted pink from lack of oxygen, alcohol, exhilaration, or all three.
His crystalline eyes caught your’s once again, enraptured you couldn’t move. You waited for him to make the next move - either to run off or continue, you weren’t sure.
“Y/N,” he whispered, his hand came up and tucked a strand of Y/H/C hair behind your ear. “I love you.”
You couldn’t hold back the massive grin itching to spread across your face.
Pairing: Roan X Reader Requested: yes Warnings: This is my first try at doing a more intense make out scene A/N: I had @your-dreams-are-strong beta this piece for me so a big shout out to her! Word count: 1115 ------------------------------------------------ “Get up,” Roan barked at you. You were currently on the ground looking up at him after he had kicked you in the chest, knocking you down. Your sword was only a few feet away and if you could get to it in time you just might win this. Roan had been requiring you to train with him every day claiming it was so you'd be able to protect yourself from the people you belonged to once upon a time, Skaikru. You were one of the original hundred. While Clarke and Bellamy were busy ruling you were out exploring the area surrounding camp, once you got acquainted with the woods it didn't take long for you to run into a grounder. Instead of killing or kidnapping you, he talked to you-- you two formed a friendship. That grounder was Lincoln. Both of you never wanted a war, you were hell bent on maintaining peace between those on the ground and the ones who fell from the sky. Being known as the peacemaker got you far. You were Arkadia’s golden girl and fell in favor with all twelve clans. Even azgeda’s own king took a liking to you: listening to you when you spoke, respecting your opinions, and even taking the advice you dished out. All of them knew you had everyone's best interest at heart. Of course that couldn't last, nothing on the ground stays good for long. Once Pike assassinated Lincoln a kill order was placed on you. They claimed since you had been the first to establish a connection with the grounders you were a threat to Skaikru’s safety. They thought you would never allow them to harm the grounders, and you would warn them of their violent plans. You can't really blame them considering they weren't wrong. You would never stop being dedicated to keeping everything peaceful. So, you escaped during the night with Kane’s help, and went to the one person you knew would protect you-- Roan. And he did. You two had grown close when you had helped advise him on what to do to keep war between the clans at bay. He also owed you one for talking Clarke into letting him take control of Polis. So he took you in, vowing to protect you and keep you safe like you had done for so many people. But with the threat of death looming over you he had also decided it was time for you to learn how to defend yourself. That's how you ended up here, on your back with Roan standing above you with a sinister grin on his face. Shakily you get back on your feet, using a table behind you to steady yourself you sneakily grab a tiny object from the top of it. He takes a step closer raising his sword. Throwing the object as a distraction you lunge for your sword, grabbing it you use his shock at your actions to disarm him. You slam him into the wall, your sword pressed against his neck. A smirk makes its way onto your lips when you realize you've beaten him. Sadly your victory is short lived as Roan quickly overpowers you, switching your positions. It's now your back that's against the wall, and your hands are secured in his. His face is inches from yours, his hot breath fans across your face, eyes scanning your features-- looking for something. God, you would give anything to know what's going through his mind. He leans in closer to you. Your bodies are barely touching, but you're sure he can feel your heart racing, beating so hard it feels as if it's going to fly out of your chest. “Roan,” your voice is just a whisper, you're so close to him you can see a tiny scar right above his eyebrow. “Y/N,” he says back, your breath intermingling in the gap between you two. “What should I do next if I'm in a situation like this?” You ask him, you want to know if he wants-- no needs-- you the way you need him. “Depends,” his voice is deep and soft, his hands shift so only one of them holds both your wrists. The other one is slowly moving down your side to cup your hip. “On what?” You arch your back, pushing you impossibly closer to him. “What you hope to accomplish,” his hand releases your wrists, instead moving to embrace your face. “What if what I want no longer has to do with fighting?” Your question is innocent but what your hands are doing is not. One of them entangles itself in his hair while the other is running down his arm, with the intention to explore even lower. “Then we should move this to the bed,” his mouth is pressed against your neck leaving hot kisses on it between each word. “Before we move, there's something I need to do.” Roan opens his mouth to say something but before he can get a word out your lips are on his. Interlocked in a heated kiss your wandering hand finally reaches his waist band. As it slides underneath his shirt you can feel his muscles tense as your cold hand runs over his hot skin. Breaking away from the kiss and leaning your head against the wall doesn't make Roan stop his actions. His relentless kisses trail down your neck again stopping at your collarbone just long enough to suck a mark onto your skin, effectively branding you as his. “Bed. Now!” Is the only thing you can moan out to him as his hand moves to cup your breast and tease your sensitive nipples. He grabs your hand leading you to his quarters. A trail of clothes litters the ground behind you two. You push a naked Roan onto the bed only to quickly follow him. You’re on top of him straddling his waist as his rough hands run up and down your smooth body feeling every inch of you. Looking down at him you notice the difference between his scarred skin and your undamaged body is striking. Decidedly you make sure to kiss every single one of his scars as you make your way down his body. Your night together is filled with passion, soft caresses, and bare skin pressed to bare skin. It's more than you could have asked for, and even better than the fantasies you’ve dreamed of featuring him. This night is just one of many more to come for you two, it kickstarts your relationship putting you on the track to become more than just Roan’s lover. Maybe you'll even become the queen that rules by his side.
Warnings: Possessive Roan, Jealous Roan, Violence, Nakedness, Fluff, Nightmares, Depictions of Suicide, Mentions of Suicide
***BIG TRIGGER WARNING
Previous Chapter
Chapter 1
“I see you, you only brought one punching bag.” You surprised yourself with that comment to Clarke, referring to Bellamy, of course, who didn’t look too happy about the comment but checked his anger anyway.
“Who’s this?”
“There’s no time for introductions, every second we waste could mean lives lost.” You say walking past them to the horses Skaikru had brought along. Clarke had brought Bellamy, Monty, Jasper and Molly along, they would do. Cedree gave you a leg up as Bellamy stepped closer extending the riffle and a handgun to you, you hesitated a moment and took it nodding in his direction and then you all set off again, at as fast a pace you could go without injuring or tiring the horses. You inspected the handgun, it had been so long since you held one, the weight of it unreal, and if anyone else saw you now with it, they would never claim you to be one of their own. You catch Ced's weary gaze at the weapon in your hands and then shares it with you, wondering if he was thinking the same thing, you tuck it into the back of your pants. The riffle is already slung over your shoulder, you prayed not to find anyone from Azgeda on the road.
“We need to talk.” Clarke says, like she always does as she reins up beside you.
“What's there to talk about, you took me against my will, drugged me and betrayed my trust, I think the message is pretty clear.” You stated.
“I could go on all day with excuses but I know despite our reasoning, myreasoning, it wasn’t right. And I’m sorry, I hope we can prove to you what a valuable partner Skaikru could be to Azgeda, and that at least if you won’t forgive me, that you won’t hate me.” Clarke explained.
You paused a moment, a lot of emotions raging inside you but you had a bigger picture to worry about, and you never stop loving someone.
“I don’t know if I can forgive you just yet, just like my trust, it will take time to earn to but I don’t hate you Clarke.” You said calmly. “I can’t say the same about you, asshole.”
“Whatever, you just love to hate me.” Bellamy jokes back and that’s what it had been a joke, even if you were angry.
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“Stop.” Cedree yelled, everyone came to a halt, you searched in the nearby snow-packed overgrowth for what Cedree was searching for. It was dark now and you were all overtired and sore, it was long ago that every log on the ground in the dark started looking like a body. The closer you inspected Cedree’s log the more you saw the human form. Cedree dismounted and rolled the dead guard over. He simply shares a look with you, and frankly, you feel sick. There were others too, now that you looked, a few Splita, none alive, no man could last in this cold. “They’ve been dead a while” Cedree confirmed. Were you too late?
“How far are we from the inn?” Murphy asked.
“Maybe a few miles.” You answered.
“There’s hoof tracks, leading this way.” Cedree called as he walked along further. It was difficult to see in the low light conditions.
“Could be Splita. Some are heading in another direction, towards the inn.” You say, reigning up beside the evidence. “Bellamy take them, go to the inn, if we don’t return in two hours, come for us.” You ordered.
“What? You can’t go alone.” Bellamy insisted.
“We can’t all go, if there are still Splita, we need to be discreet, we don’t know how many we’re dealing with.” You explain, Bellamy was clearly uncomfortable with the idea but led them away anyway.
You followed the path, at least none of the bodies had been Roan. But if they had taken him captive, they would have killed him already.
“Slow down.” Cedree called, you pulled on the reins, “They weren’t going as fast here, they must be close.” Then you spotted the man, he moved from out the shadows, efficient smoothed and with one stroke of his blade Cedree and his horse came down. On the ground and trapped beneath the dying mare, the man approached. You dug your heels into the horse as you lurched forward, an arrow hissed past your head and another man stepped out from the shrubbery, the horse spooking at the sudden figure, and with a rear, you too landed on the ground. You rolled out of the path of blade and quickly pulled out the gun, flicking the safety off you squeezed the trigger, the shot rang and the man dropped, you turned onto your stomach and shot at the man Cedree was barely fending off. One, two, three shots and he was on the ground, you pushed yourself up. There was a whistle then a sharp burn and a clatter as you released the gun. The arrow lodged itself in the ground and the wound on your arm started oozing blood. A man grabbed you from behind wrapping his arms firmly around your shoulders, immediately you reacted. You launched your head back, and when his grip wavered you, bent forward grabbing his leg from between yours and pulling it out from underneath him. He hit the ground but dragged your outer layers with him, tearing the worn leather at the seams, almost bring you down with him, another arrow flew past you. You had time now, to pull the rifle from behind your back as they archer was probably reloading, flicking off the safety, one shot and the man on the ground was dead, then you spun for the trees- searching. You heard the bowstring pull taught, rolled out of the way and aimed in the direction, an arrow embedding itself in the ground where you were just moments before. With one shot the man fell out of the tree hitting the ground with a hard thunk. When you turned Cedree was still trapped, you rushed over to try and help him, get out from the dead weight of his horse. But was no use, it would take more manpower to free his legs.
“Skaikru would have heard they’re probably on their way, but we must be close.”
“You can’t go alone.” Cedree declared, knowing what you planned to do.
“You’ll be right behind me.” You say confidently, shedding your woollen layer that covered your shirt.
“What are you doing? You’ll freeze.” Cedree scolded as you laid it over him.
“You’ll freeze, lying here, I’m moving, I’ll be fine.” You said firmly, you picked up the gun near Cedree where you’s lost it handed it to him, in case he needed it.
“(Y/N), I’m begging you; wait.”
“I can’t, I’m sorry.” You say running in the opposite direction of the footprints in the snow.
“(Y/N)!” He called after you but you ignored him, all you could think about was Roan. and if these motherfuckers had killed him, they were going to pay.
The Splita hadgedawas a cave entrance, that’s where the footprints originated and some lead to. You gripped the rifle tightly and entered, there were stairs carved, the passageway down so narrow you sometimes had to duck and in the low dim light, it was hard to see your footsteps. The breeze that blew up and ruffled your hair was ice, and you shivered but that was the least of your problems. Then you heard it, the sound of combat, men screaming, steel clashing. You ran towards the sound and turned the corner. In the low lit conditions you identified Roan easily, blade in hand, taking on one of the Splita. Upon your entry a Splita attacked, but you shot him down before he could reach you, you took out the next one. That’s when Roan noticed you, distracted enough, he caught a blow on his upper arm and groaned in response, countering the attacks. You tried to focus your aim on the man, but with their jagged movement Roan was getting in the way, and the likelihood of him getting hurt was too high.
“Drop daun.” A man yelled, only then did you see the Splita and Echo, Echo was well bruised and beaten, her nose had bled at some point, lip swollen. She was the one in danger. The man pulled her up by the hair, blade pressed to her neck.
“Drop daun!” He yelled. You did so quickly, despite Echo’s protests.
Roan sword clattered to the ground and his opponent raised a sharp blade to his neck.
“Your eyes connected with Roan, but there was nothing there, no plan, no trick, any movevement and Echo would be dead. None of you wanted to risk that.” But when your eyes glanced over at Echo, you found it, a spark of resistance, she grit her teeth and suddenly she was out of his grasp, disarming him, and stabbing him in the throat. Roan dodged an attack from his opponent, still unarmed and you grabbed for your gun, you shot, missed. Roan dodged another attack and then the bullet found the Splita in the head. The shot was ear-deafening inside the cave as the man collapsed. You sighed.
Roan rushed forward, you only noticed his limp now, his hand found deposit on your upper arm as he pulled you into him.
“Roan why are you-“ He cut you off, his lips coming down on yours, something curled inside you, as you clung to Roan’s jacket.
“Yeah sure fine, I’m the one who was attacked but you're glad to see him.” Echo’s comment made you break away. “That’s disgusting by the way.” Echo commented a bitter expression on her face.
“Echo, are you okay?” You feigned a worried voice as badly as you could.
“No, I’m not. Let’s just get out of here, please.” Echo said, You both rushed to help her, though Roan was limping, Echo could barely walk.
Cedree had already been taken back when you reached his horses’ corpse, Bellamy had come to fetch Echo and taken her up and you and Roan walked the distance, both horseless, it was a slow walk with Roan’s injury, which you had insisted to have Clarke look at when you were back, but it was faster then it would have been with Echo.
“You’re shivering.” Roan pointed out, “I thought you’d know better of Azgeda’s winters than to come in a long-sleeved shirt.”
“I do know better, I lost my outer layer in the fight and gave the other one to Cedree.” You explained you held Roan’s gaze firmly, something you couldn’t quite place swirled within them. “Just start with the lecture and get over with.” You finally say with a deep sigh.
“Let’s not talk about those things right now.” Roan suggested, he pulled you close, wrapping as much of his outer layer around you, pretending to lean on your for support. The walk up to the inn wouldn't be so cold after all.
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Roan closed the door to your room, he had already let Clarke check him out when she was done with Echo, tomorrow you would leave in the morning, the time not yet decided, everything was less rushed now that everyone was okay. Roan had immediately ordered you to stay in front of the fire, wrapping you in a woollen blanket and bring you warm spiced wine.
“Elodi sleeping?” You asked, Roan nodded, you stood with the blanket still wrapped around your shoulders, there were only a few hours until morning. You leaned on the table, Roan coming to stand by it, to place some bandages on it Clarke had given him. The silence dragged.
“How was Polis?”
“A bitch to run but still in Azgeda hands when I left.”
“Let’s hope she still is.”
“I believe your life is way more important than that.” You admit in more serious tone than you hoped the conversation would turn. You pulled yourself up to sit on the desk. “Besides Ced was there to navigate the rough seas, I guess he’s really the one to thank.”
“Cedree, let you leave Polis, let you walk into a splita hideout alone.” Roan said suddenly angry, you frowned at the man, he’d been so calm until now.
“Roan, please, can we just talk about my mistakes later. We’ve both made it out, we’re here.” You say softly, you just wanted to be for a while without talking about such serious things. Roan stepped closer then, but it wasn’t just that, it was a threat, anger.
“Is there some mistakewe need to discuss?” He questioned.
“What do you-“ Roan leant in grasping your face in his hands and capturing your lips. It wasn’t as sweet, unmoving and savouring as the one earlier had been, you almost moaned at the fluttering feeling in your stomach, the sheer possessiveness of the kiss had you weak in your knees. Roan broke the kiss to trail down your jaw and your neck. You tipped your head to give him easier access and grasped onto him as tight as you could, fingers coiling in the fabric of his shirt. Roan came up to look you in the eyes.
“I don’t share.” Roan said sternly and you stomach fluttered again. Then you placed his strange behaviour, it was jealousy, King Roan kom Azgeda was jealous. But if someone was jealous it meant- heat burned in your cheeks, your stomach never stopping its insistent flutter.
Gaining more of himself, Roan cleared his throat as if he had lost himself to his emotions for a time. His fingers gently brushed the spot on your neck where he had paid particular attention, it was tender now, even underneath the slightest graze of his fingertips.
“Let’s get some rest before we leave.” He said quietly, you nodded as Roan walked to the bed, pulling the shirt from his head, you sat for a moment admiring his muscles ripple beneath scarred tissue as he worked, then you followed, climbing deep under the fur covers.
Travelling with Elodi meant that the ride back was laid back and slow, though everyone still kept alert, you managed to exit Azgeda territory without a hitch. Elodi was way too young to ride on her own horse, no matter how steady the pony would be and with Roan and Echo injured it meant she was in your lap for most of the day, despite her whining at first about wanting to be with her brother. You didn’t blame her, she was after all only seven years old. The plan had been devised, if any attack was thrown the parties way, you would get out of there as fast as you could.
Most of the time, Elodi was wrapped up in your cloak, playing with the reins and sometimes you let her steer for a bit which always seemed to cheer her up. It was awfully boring for a child however and when there were too many long stretches, she fell asleep along to steady rocking of the horse below her. She had grown so much since you last saw her, not only in length but maybe in personality as well. Though still scared easily at times she wasn’t so clingy to her big brother, though you knew some part of her would always seek some attention maybe even the approval of her brother. It was clear why the growth had occurred, she had been going on lessons with her warden, which she liked to speak plenty of and clearly didn’t mind the books and hours of focus. You were the opposite, distracted, unmotivated, tired-easily, especially give you weren’t the best reader, the words always seeming to jump around the page which turned focusing into a pain-staking headache. The only class you thrived in was earth survival skills, there were no thick books, only common sense and skill, and guess what you were a natural.
It was on the fourth morning, you’re last day of riding that you woke up with a sore throat and thought nothing of it other than that you must be thirsty. You parted with Skaikru early in the morning, Roan thanking them for their help and that it meant more than they knew to Azgeda. Buy late afternoon you would reach Polis, you couldn’t wait to climb into a warm bath, followed by a warm bed, and swear off the cold forever.
Roan had decided it was bearable enough to let Elodi ride with him today, and the girl was more than excited, however, the cold tiring days got to her quickly and she was soon asleep in his arms.
By the time you sunk into the heavenly bath, you were quite assured you hadn’t been thirsty in the morning, in fact, you felt poorly, aching muscles with barely enough energy to dress after the bath, with that you collapsed in bed, with the intention of waiting for Roan to be done with the last bit of duties - which included telling Elodi a bedtime story.
You woke to a cold hand slithering along your neck and turning, you groaned. “You’re burning up.” Roan’s voice sounded as you finally parted your heavy eyes, the candles were still burning, by the looks of it, Roan had had his bath and dressed in his sleepwear. And you hadn’t even heard him enter.
“I’m sick.” You say.
He hummed, “I see so, I’ll send for a healer to bring something to break the fever.”
“I’m fine, let's just go to bed.” You sighed rolling over tiredly.
Somehow Roan accepted that as it was and you didn’t stay awake long.
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You were worried, and you weren’t eating the food. The people in the mess hall were starting their day with cheerful chatter, “Eat your breakfast, today is going to be a long day.” Marcus chided as he sat across from you in the mess hall, you barely looked at him, still angry that he had found you with that knife in your hands and hadn’t believed you when you explained. Your hands still ached from the cuts they had received from trying to wrestle it away from your brother, and you knew they were going to be just as sore when you scrub the floor of the mess hall today. It was your punishment for being found with a weapon. The cut running down Keath’s arm was much deeper so of course, the whole thing was blamed on you when Keath played the victim. The only thing you had managed to convince Marcus to do, was to have a social worker, psychologist or anyone check-up on Keath. That and making him mad. But it had been 11 p.m in medbay when you had talked him into it and he assured you it would be the first thing he did in the morning.
You weren’t even angry at Keath for not coming out with the truth when you were confronted, honestly what he had said to you yesterday had scared you shitless. Sure everyone had bad places they went to but who wants to die knowing they were taking others with them.
“I’m not going to tell you again.” You knew he was being a little harsh with you, if you hadn’t been in any trouble in a while and poked your food around your plate, he wouldn’t have said anything about it.
“Please, can I go check on Keath, Sir?” He knew you only called him that when you were either really sorry or wanted something - and he barely ever got any of those.
“No, you can see him under supervision when you’ve scrubbed this floor and the command deck.”
“Ah come on, I thought it was only-“ You stopped in your tracks, pausing a moment, and then started shovelling food in your mouth.
“Slow down, you're going to make yourself nauseous.” Marcus scolded but he had spoken too late, you were already swallowing around the full bite in your mouth.
“Can I please go see Keath, I’ll be back in five minutes, I’ll do the classrooms too, I promise.” You begged.
“Fine, the classrooms too and I’ll be keeping time on my watch.” He said as you started running off, You sprinted down the hallways, dodging past the people who had overslept and into Keath’s hallway.
Knocking on the door, impatiently, you heard the footsteps approach but knocked again to get them to hurry up.
“(Y/n) does your father know you’re here?” The woman raised her eyebrows, the two of you had never gotten along well but she never managed to discourage you from seeing who they thought of as their son.
“He’s not my dad, but yeah, he knows Keith has my jacket.” You shrugged your shoulders, not bothering to play it nice, sliding past her and not waiting for an invitation.
You pushed into Keath’s room only to find it empty, you closed the door behind you, “Keath?” You called, spotting something metallic on his bed, recognising it a moment later. The first clue was the bullets on the bed and the next was the click of a gun loading coming from the bathroom. The connection was instant as you lunged for the bathroom door and yanked it open. The gun went off. You screamed, then when your body caught up with your mind you walked forward, glancing up quickly to the red in the mirror, it was your face. Your face covered in blood, and bits of- you felt sick. Keath’s face was mangled wide-eyes thing on the carpet. A scream had you jumping, Keath foster parent ran from the room, she had probably come in to see what the commotion was about. You’re blood pumped in your ears as you leaned back into the wall unable to support yourself anymore, and slowly sliding down to find purchase on the ground. You sobbed.
That’s when the door banged against the wall opening wider, you looked up again to see a few guards in the doorway, then a moment later- Marcus's face pushing to the front of the small crowd. Everyone was starred for a moment in horror. “What did you do, (y/n)?” Marcus questioned in disbelief.
“What?” You asked through another sob.
“Arrest her, she’ll have to face the chancellor.”
“What? It wasn’t me, I didn’t- Keath killed himself!” You were ranting hysterically now, even as they wrestled you into the ground, you lied there, face first in a pool of your twin's still warm blood, the gun laying next to your head.
“Marcus it wasn’t me, I didn’t do this.” They plucked you up off the ground and out the door.
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You woke up coughing, sitting up to better manage the fit, the damp cloth that was wrapped around your forehead falling into your lap.
A hand pressed itself to your forehead then your cheek, your gaze snapping up to the person only to find Roan sitting on the edge bed next to you.
“I thought the fever would never break.” Roan says. You blink at the sharp light from the windows.
“How long was I out?” You question.
“It’s somewhere after lunch almost dinner.” Roan informed you.
“What? I was out that long?"
“Yeah, you missed your own coronation.” Roan said laughing.
“What?!” You snapped even more distressed.
“I’m joking, we re-scheduled it until you’re well again.” Roan stood, taking the cloth with him, he gently drops it in the bowl on his desk.
“I'm fine, we can do it tomorrow.” You say swinging your legs over the side of the bed, Roan turned just as you stood. You didn't feel so great anymore now that you were on your feet. First, the world spun then blackened, you come to when you realized you’ve toppled. Roan is holding you and somehow manage to stop your from splitting your hand open on the cold stone floor in the room.
“You’re staying in bed.” Roan says firmly.
“Maybe I won’t argue with that.” You say as Roan helps you back into bed, you’re head still turning until Roan calls that he’s going to get you something to eat. You don’t bother answering.
Whenever you had dreamed of your brother, you had never dreamed of the true events like you did today, ut had always been too painful of a reality. Your fever-induced brain must have dug that up deep from where you hid it. The other dreams where you found him by accident- every scenario different- was like a sweet dream compared to the brutal nightmarish reality. You reached for the dog tags to tug but finding it missing around your neck. You sat up suddenly, frantically searching your neckline with your hands until the though hit you. You had given them to Roan, a token of your trust or unity or whatever it might be, you sighed loudly and laid down again. You glanced around the room, wondering where you would find it if you searched the room, maybe at the bottom of Roan’s Chest at the foot of the bed or in one of the drawers of his desk, briefly considering to take it back if you ever found them.
The doors swung open again and Roan walked in with a brisk pace, the smell of food made your stomach churn, when Roan sat it down next to you on the bedside table, and sat down on the edge of the bed again. You couldn’t help but stare. The dog tags swung around Roan’s neck with his movements, you didn’t think who would wear them, that he would consider them that important enough.
“Let me get the servants to bring water up for a bath, It’ll help you feel better.” Roan suggests when you finally met his eyes again, you didn’t mean for him to notice. You nod as Roan stands, your mind on other things. You reach for the plate of food, deciding against you’re earlier decision and dug into your food.
You were surprised when Roan stayed to help you but also not surprised that he wouldn’t let you sink into the bath alone considering you’re stunt from earlier. Despite this, you weren’t embarrassed or particularly shy, you were sure Roan had seen plenty of female bodies in his life, considering what you could remember from your wedding night. It wouldn’t be the first time, he saw you naked, either.
Roan helped steady you when you first stood as that wave of dizziness struck you again and left you swaying. He let you take off your own things, which was little enough and then assisted you in slipping into the tub. “Do you consider this to be part of your husband duties?” You questioned jokingly, letting the water soothe your aching muscles.
“Of course, wife.” Roan joked, that was weird. You were Roan’s wife and he was your husband but the term was so weird sounding when it was you he was referencing. “And I also include this in the list.” Roan said, reaching back to unclasp the chain around his neck, he pooled it carefully in his hand and you watched as he looked it over for a moment before offering it to you. Your great, great grandfather’s name glinted in the light of the candles. Your dad had worn them, and his father, and his father before him, and his father before him, to who the dog tags belonged to and Keath, was supposed to be wearing them. You reached for them, feeling so relieved that you could have them back. But Keath was dead. Keath had made the choice a long time ago that he didn’t want to continue wearing them. You stopped yourself.
“I gave them to you.” You say firmly, Roan didn’t look convinced, not after your half tranced state of taking them. “I trust you with them and I want you to be wearing them.” You say firmly. “Now as part of my wifely duties, I would like for you to join me in the bath, I can’t be naked alone.” You say. Roan chuckled but undressed all the same and slid in behind you. You were expecting to be facing but you sat utterly still with him behind you, you could hear him moving about, the water swirling around his form. Then you felt it, a wet finger traced the scars peeking out from below your hair. You almost gasped aloud, but simply leaned forward curling your knees against your chest to rest on them. Your muscle aches which most likely due to the flu you had caught, brought feeling back to the skin on your back that was now naturally unfeeling, and even though it was uncomfortable it was also comforting. Roan’s hand swooped through your hair to push it out of the way, the wet droplets from his hands running down your neck. Your hair had grown way longer than you usually wore it and while it was normally in the way, at this moment it didn’t bother you too much.
Then, without warning, Roan dumped as much water as the small jug on the side of the bathtub could hold, all over your head. You gasped loudly this time.
“What the fuck, Roan?” Yoy snapped slightly more agitated now that you were not feeling particularly well and even more annoyed that you had been caught off guard. Roan only laughed as you turned fully trying to wrestle the jug out of his hounds, glaring at him harder as he laughed. Then giving up with a frustrated huff you sat back, Roan’s laughter died in golden tones and then you splashed him.
“Oh, you’re in for it now!” Roan swoops his own hair out of his face before he attacks you. You laugh joyously which turns torturous when he starts tickling you. “Stop!” You breathe, barely audible, between laughs. “I can’t breath! Stop!” You gasp out, but Roan continues his attack until you start coughing violently. He pulls you up right from where you had been lying against the edge until you sit upright. You take deep breaths when your done, grinning up at Roan when you catch your breath.
“You can’t do that, you jerk.” You say half angry.
“Why not?” Roan questions amused.
“Because I’m sick.” You say, coughing very fakely.
“Fine, turn around.” Roan says, rolling his eyes at you.
“Why?” You question wearily.
“We need to bath sometime don’t we?” He had a point. You turned around and hear him grabbing the soap, then hands it to you. Your expectations is completely broken when he start lathering your back with his soap hands, fingers sweeping over the raised ridged to the base of your spine, you let it be, in fact, enjoying the feeling as you start washing your front. When he’s done rinsing your back Roan pulls you back a little and you automatically lean into him, his fingers slide down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“You’re going to be Azgeda’s most beautiful queen.” Roan confesses, he's breath sliding over your ear, and sending shivers down your spine, the kind that leaves you wanting more. Roan is so close, his cheek pressed against the side of your head, and when he breaths in you could feel the slight movement, slow and steady. His fingers finally reach your wrist and slides over your palm to play with your fingers. You realise you haven’t replied to what he has said.
“Is that really what they would want though? For me to be queen?” You question and despite enjoying the bliss of sharing such intimate contact, you lean away to look at him over your shoulder.
“Maybe not what they want.” Roan says, he lets a finger trace the line your hair makes when it sticks to your face, he follows the movement intently, and you turn more to face him. “But what they need.” He says ut so certainly, his gaze holding yours confidently like there is no argument on the matter. You’re not so sure about it but one thing is clear. This. All of it. Means that, Roan shares at least some of your affection. Even if it makes him a blind fool, it leaves you so... content.
Roan helps you get into the contraption that the Yonhaka called a dress, it’s strange picture, you think, the groom helping the bride into her wedding dress. But then again everything about this wedding breaks you expectations, constantly surprising you. In a way, maybe if this was a love story it would have been poetic that the same man who helped you into the dress would be helping you out of it later tonight, the idea sounds surprisingly desirable despite the pit in your stomach. Once all the strings are tied and you smooth out the slim line skirt of the dress. You turn to the mirror to check yourself over in the dress, but you’re distracted by Roan who stares a little awe struck at you in the mirror, when he connects eye contact with you, he quickly schools his expression.
Roan, we need to go now.” Echo says from the other-side of the door, interrupting the moment and Roan uses the opportunity to turn away from you and look for something. You turn around to stare after him, pondering after the man, as he picks up your sword. No trace of what you had noticed lingers on his face as he hands you your weapon.
“Ready?” He questions, eyebrows raised, you nod, banishing the thoughts from your mind for now.
“Despite the circumstances, I always knew if I had a wedding it would be violent affair.” You comment before joining your large escort party which was mainly intact despite the bodies and injured strewn about the floor. Echo gives you a strange look but you set off for the throne room.
Its not long before you encounter trouble but you barely have to raise your sword until a grounder slips under Echo’s attach and lunges for you, you slice him open glad that the spray of blood hits the wall instead of you, Roan wraps a hand around your upper arm and pulls you along as you rush further to your destination.
The party secures the hallway outside the throne room, blocking off al entry ways as you come to stand in front of the door. Its then that you notice you red stained hem.
“Fuck! The Yonhaka is going to kill me.” You curse, just as a gasp echoes from the left, you look up to see the very person you were worried about as the guards let her pass, her expression is of utter shock and you hold your breath.
“That was what we needed.” She says finally her features gracing into a smirk. You almost had a heart attack.
“Blood?” You question a little disgusted.
“You will strike fear into their very beings.” She says confidently. You glance down at the skirt, if you forget about the idea that it’s blood, it does look like the skirts has ben ombre’d with a deep red that fades into the ivory colour of the dress. You nod to Yonhaka, glad she wasn’t about to sting you alive and she leaves
Roan’s fingers wrap gently around the handle of your blade to easily pry it from your fingers and hand it off along with his blade to Echo. You share a long look with Roan then inhale deeply to alleviate the nerves.
“We’ll be okay.” Is all he says as his fingers lace with yours. Echo give the order and the doors swing open, you stand still for a while as the people in room glance back, there’s not many people admitted but the few that is there look shocked. You can’t discern if it’s horror on their face or awe, maybe a bit of both, but with Roan and your literal bloody messes clear as day, you can only imagine the site.
You spot a familiar face in the crowd and then another and you almost sigh in relief. Marcus smiles as much as a man would smile given his current position.
The walk to dais is, thankfully, short and soon you stand in front of the ceremonial master, a chalice in his one hand and a dagger in the other. This was it and you struggled to grip the reality of the situation. But then your eyes connected with Roan and you realise you wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for the man standing in front of you. Maybe if everything wasn’t enough reason for you to bare with this then that fact should be, you could at least trust Roan.
So you said the words and when the time came, you grasped the hook of the dog tag chain and unhooked it, glancing at Roan’s surprised face as you held out the tags, the chain dangling freely. Roan hesitates as if he’s unsure, staring at the rusted metal between your fingers. This was your most prised position you knew, and now you handed it over, Roan gently wraps his fingers around the metal warmed by your skin. You make an effort to let it go, Roan takes a moment to wrap the chain around his wrist and then pulls out a letter from his pocket, you take it carefully from his hand, a little surprised. You looked up at him, wondering why this of all things. The letter’s seal is broken, and it’s stained from the fresh blood of the recent battle, you very well accept that you can’t snoop the contents of the letter in front of everyone. you slip the letter into the leather strap at your thigh which keeps you knife safe.
When you look up Roan’s expression is light as he takes the knife from the ceremony master and cuts into his palm, dribbling the deep red liquid into the chalice until there’s enough for a sip, you do the same, gritting your teeth as the blade cuts into your palm, wondering how Roan resists the urge to change a single thing in his expression.
You are the first to hand off the knife and take the chalice into your hands, bleeding palm and all, you place it to your lips, the metallic smell hitting you, then it runs over your tongue into your mouth, as you swallow, you hand Roan the challice and he does the same.
“Yu laik won. Oyun skruwen ste set(You are one. Your fate is sealed.)”
Then as Roan leant down, his lips connecting with yours in a sweet, quick kiss, and his lips brushed yours as he paused a moment after ward, and after the fluttering feeling left, it all dawned on you.
Fuck.
You were so fucking screwed.
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No further violence ensued after the ceremony that you were aware of, so before you could take a seat at the tables that were brought in for the feast, the two of you stood on the lowest step of the dais as the guests approached to pay their respects. It started with the representatives of the clans that were present. The sour expressions of the ambassadors were not pleasant but they bowed curtly and you were on high alert for any vengeful acts that might be thrown your way. Last in the group of ambassadors was Skaikru.
“You came.” You breathed as Roan came to stand in front of the two of you, despite the circumstances he smiled genuinely now.
“I hope I don’t have to warn you.” Marcus said in a joking tone and luckily Roan caught the meaning and didn’t interpret him as a threat, chuckling softly.
“Stop.” You scolded under your breath as he beamed at you.
“May I have a moment with (y/n)?” Marcus requested, Roan boded as you paced a little ways away with Marcus.
“You look like the Queen of Azgeda.” Marcus says immediately.
“Well, I’m not yet.” You played the compliment down, knowing what he meant.
“I wish I could have been the one to walk you down the Isle.” Marcus states.
“Its a beautiful fairy tale, and I like it but I’m just glad you came.” You say softly taking Marcus’ hand and squeezing it, he nods and retreats. You turn back to Roan just as he finishes speaking with Aleksondria.
Roan took your hand and led you over to the table meant for the two of you, and as you sat down, the others followed.
Every time you set your cup down on the table Roan would motion for the servant to fill the cup, which they did and you gladly accepted the offer. Time was ticking on and you didn’t want to know what would happen if Roan stood and finally dismissed the crowd. So you drank until you felt the alcohol kick in ad then drank some more, barely leaving space for the meals served. Underneath the table, Roan hadn’t let go of your fingers since you sat down, a comforting touch, you didn’t dare to look at him though. Maybe he was scared you’d run away if he didn’t have a grip on you and honestly you didn’t blame him.
You could sense Roan’s sour mood about him for the dinner, he was cut off from the rest of the world, maybe lost in thought, or observing? Whatever Aleksondria had said to him after the ceremony when you were distracted with Marcus had clearly changed a lot. You wouldn’t know. Then you saw movement out of the corner of your eye and as you and Roan glanced in the direction, you saw Aleksondria nod. And you swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what was to come.
Roan rose and you stood after him, he dismissed the crowd and everyone stood to watch you leave, immediately outside the doors, guards fell in behind and in front of you, leading the way to Roan’s quarter’s.
Lost in your own thoughts, you almost jumped when the doors closed behind you when you were finally in the room.
“How much time do we have before…?”You trailed off, not exactly knowing how to put it.
Roan removed the crown from his head and placed it on the dinning table near the entrance then he started loosening the buckles of his armour. He didn’t answer you just yet but when he had removed his breast plate.
“Enough.” He says as he takes your hand so very boldly leading you over to the bed where he places his hands on your shoulders and with a gentle push, helps you sit down on the bed. He takes his leisure time as he unwraps your brother’s tags and places them on the table, followed by his armguards. You watch him like hawk and a little frozen in place. He digs in the drawer of his desk and takes out a tub. “What’s that?” You question as he strides towards you, getting more tensed the closer he moves towards you.
“It’s a potent calming paste but it is known to have other effects, such increasing desire, creating a high.” He says as he sits next to you on the bed unscrewing the lid, he allows you to smell the grey-ash paste. You take one waft of the scent of it and immediately you fell light headed, it remind you somewhat of the mushrooms that Monty and Jasper found, you got high of it with them. You feel you’re muscles relax under just a little bit of the fumes.
“Wow that’s potent.” You say and then you consider it for the moment. “Where did you get it? And Why do you have it?”
“I might have made a special request. Only if you think it will help.” He says the last part as an after thought. There was the risk of feeling trapped in a drug state, when you couldn’t control your own body but there was also the possibility that you’d be ale to actually get through this night if you took it. You nodded, not able to think of the actual words, and dug your finger in picking up a heap of the paste, “Do I just?” You ask motioning to put it in your mouth, Roan nodded, and you went ahead and popped the finger into your mouth. For the moment nothing happened as Roan sat there next to you. “How long exactly-“ You started to ask but it was clear you were just anxious so he simply wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and kissed you a long deep kiss. At first you thought the lightheadedness was from the oxygen, gourmand a little slow to deduct the true reason as your mouths moved together, slow. Roan casually wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you onto his lap, something fluttered within you like it lately does when he’s so close to you, and you’re not sure you could place the desire entirely on the drug as Roan pulled back and you looked at him. This close you could see him taking all of your face in eyes deeply boring into yours before you slowly wrapped your arms around his neck and manoeuvred him closer, teasing him by stopping just an inch away as you shared a breath and then went in for the kiss. For the moment your obligations in the matter was forgotten as the events unfolded naturally, Roan broke the kiss, you had already somehow unbuttoned his shirt during the intimate moment. He stood now helping you up and twirling you around as he went to untie your dress, in the same places he tied it this morning.
Unable to hold out clearly, he kissed down the side of your neck as he tugged at the the intricate laces of your dress and they came apart in his hand. And then slowly you helped him tug you out of the dress, leaving it on the ground discarded. You turned back to him and in that moment you knew, you absolutely knew, what Roan wanted as his eyes were able to wander down your body freely without feeling like it was some sin. All hesitation was out the window.
You stepped closer, a little wobbly on your feet as your mind was in a daze but Roan was there to steady you. He captured your lips in a soft, sweet kiss. Roan picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as the kiss deepened further and you were left to explore each other. Slowly he made his way back to the bed and gently laid you down beneath him. He untied the chiffon curtains at the corner’s of the bed and allowed them to naturally obscure the view of the bed and giving you some privacy as your exhibitionistic act drew closer. Roan leaned in above you and kissed you again until you were breathless before he pulled away. As your breathing heaved in a heavy pant, he kissed down your neck, until you were practically moaning. He pulled away shifting closer and his desire pressed into your heat, you both took a moment for your eyes to connect gauging each other’s passion. You couldn’t help but think it was never this before.
Roan, you learned quickly, was extremely patient, he spent ages exploring your body with his hands, make you shiver into the kiss and scrape your nails over his back especially when he had his lips locked around your throat near your collar bone, he could do almost anything with you at that moment. Roan pulled away and as you laid beneath him and the drug suddenly hitting you with its final full force, you giggled. It cracked a smile over Roan’s face, you were too gone to remember the next few moments but you found yourself deep in pleasure before too long, Roan’s thumb dragging over underwear just in the right place, he was leaning back admiring the effects of his touch for himself when you rolled your hips into him with a deep sigh. Roan stilled, his thumb coming to a halt, his grip on your hip tightening as he recollected himself and continued.
“Roan.” You moaned when you couldn’t take this aching slow pace anymore. There was more to the sentence in your mind but your drugged thoughts couldn’t get them to connect and vocalise them. But Roan understood, he paused to rid himself of his pants leaving his shirt half open draped on his frame, and then his underwear followed. He never insisted to uncover any other part of you than absolutely necessary but slid your underwear sinfully down your legs. He kissed you then again and the length of him against you was quite frankly stunning. When his fingers reconnected with you, you gasped into him, absolutely buzzing beneath him. Your mind lost some of the input somewhere and when you came to you were on the verge, whether Roan knew or not he stopped, eliciting a pitiful beg from you as he pulled away.
He was quick to shut you up with a kid that had you chasing after him for more and then he pushed in. You watched as his movements falter at the sounds you were making and then fell into a blissful cloud as he started moving, nothing in your life had ever felt this good, even if it was the drugs talking you couldn’t help but already start to flutter around Roan.
It was then that the sound of the doors opening was like thunder on a sunny day, cutting through you and immediately you tensed underneath this, your eyes sliding from his to your guests, in absolute horror. Through the gap in the curtains, you recognised the faces of Aleksondria, one of the other council members, scanned a few faces and then landed on Nire. Roan stilled above you, pausing to tilt your face back to his with gentle fingers, he kissed you once more, then tussled into the side of your face lips against your ear. “Focus on me.” Was all he said, clear as day, his fingers doing skilled work in just the right places. You didn’t dare make a sound now but fell into the same pleasure once more as Roan started to move again, the slight ache now within you from the tensions starting the resolve was enough to increase that pleasure just so much more and you tightly clutched at Roan as you came beneath. Roan stilled one last time above you, overwhelmed by how you gripped him and then slipped over the edge with your hard tug.
The rush was enough to knock you out, most likely due to your subdued senses and you found your self coming to an empty room, the cool air brushed against your almost completely naked form, you heard Roan’s footsteps and the soft splash of water as you recollected yourself, the effects of your orgasm still tingling in the tip of your fingers. Roan approached again and the warm cloth against your most intimate parts was at first a jolt and then relief as Roan cleaned you, your drug haze was starting to clear, as Roan went to dispose of the cloth somewhere, you glanced around the room as if to make sure if it really over as if they had really left.
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Roan couldn’t help, through the gap of the curtains he couldn’t help but connecting eyes for a moment with Nire, he pulled you closer to him, his fingers dipping down to help you relax beneath and as he dipped to graze your bottom lip between his teeth, it made him want every inch of you seeing Nire staring at you, he wanted Nire to know he hadn’t ruined you, and he couldn’t get to you now that you were his. He reached the desired effect when he glances up and saw Nire’s fixed glared and tensing jaw. That was when you wrapped yourself so tightly around him and came, Nire was forgotten as all he could think was you, all he could breath was you and all he could feel was you. He stilled and couldn’t fight it any longer as his head dipped into the crook of your neck and further enveloped himself in you. He barely heard them left but when the pleasure subsided and he glanced up, they were gone, he waited a moment before he slid off you, pressing one last unplanned kiss to your lips as he went in search of a cloth. After he cleaned you, he slid into his own underwear again, discarding his shirt to the side and helped you into your panties, not wanting to have you feel vulnerable.
“It’s over.” You said in disbelief when Roan helped you under the covers, you were starting to sober now, you hazy eyes starting to take in details. Roan blew out the candles in the room one by one and slid in next to you. He couldn’t resist pulling you closer to him and whispering that it was in fact finally over. It was easy to fall asleep to your steadying breaths.
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You wake up in warm bed, the room still cast in shadows, you can hear the fire crackling and thing you must have just fallen asleep, you close your eyes ready to drift off again. The sound is soft, a rustle of fabric as you turn only to find the bed empty beside you, that’s when you sit up, all thought of sleep banished. Roan pulls a shirt over his head, then turns around to find you awake. “How late is it?” You question, even though it’s still dark outside. There couldn’t possibly a reason for Roan to get up and start his duties this time.
“I’m leaving.” It utterly stuns you.
“What? Why?” Roan sighs through his nose, walking closer to you at a leisurely pace.
“I was going to wake you and tell you. It’s my sister, she’s in danger, there is unrest in Redak.”
“Let me come with you.” you say immediately, Roan sits down on the bed
“Someone has to stay in Polis.” Roan started, pausing and then adding: “I’m leaving Echo with you, she’ll guide you
“Roan I understand this is family but you can’t just leave me here, the last time you faced the wrath of Azgeda you nearly died, you can’t die.” You say firmly.
“I have to go.”
You ground your teeth for a moment, “When are you leaving?”
“At first light.” He said, he could tell you were angry so he left it at that, dressed in his outerwear and gathered a few things. When he left you were still sitting on the bed, knees folded up towards your chest, not looking at him. He hated to leave things like this, but he had no choice and there was no time to waist.
The sky was lightening as he came outside, a little early but prepared to help ready the horses and check the supplies. He would be taking a small company with him, in order to reach Redak as quickly as possible. He had a bad feeling about the trip but he brushed it off as nerves and worry. He had to go, no matter what he was getting himself into, he had to try at least and try as he might to be angry at you for having to choose between his sister and you, he knew you were right. Not only was this dangerous and reckless, but he was also breaking his promise. He was leaving you out here, vulnerable, amidst countless enemies, he couldn’t protect you but he had to have hope that you would okay, he knew you were strong enough to face it. Roan mounted up, his warriors doing the same, that’s when he spotted you. You had been keeping to the shadows of the buildings but now that his eyes locked with your own, you moved away. He couldn’t tell how long you had been watching but he could see it now, the bitter anger from earlier gone, instead, that fear that he’d come to know so well. He kicked himself for it.
You stood by the horse, brushing the fur of the animal. From atop his horse, you were smaller than usual, even the horse towering over you after all the animal had to be able to carry his armoured weight for long distances.
“You need to come back.” You said, finally stepping closer until you were beside his thigh, placing a hand on the thick leather pants.
“I will.” Roan promised, he wrapped his warm fingers around yours giving a comforting squeeze and hesitating for a moment but then the moment ticked by and you soon stepped back allowing him to leave, with an order he spurred his horse forward and the party trotted off.
Something burned within him, deep in regret Roan wasn’t surprised by the fact that he had wanted to kiss you but he hadn’t and now he’d have to live with that.
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Echo woke up wet and with a start, she coughed and sit up to find you standing there with a smirk on your face. She started reaching for the knife she kept underneath the sheets when you interrupted her; “Despite your death glare, and the weapon you’re about to reveal, you can’t actually kill me, it’s treason.” Echo stopped her movements but she was currently strangling you in her mind’s eye. “Its payback, by the way.” Fair, Echo had awoken you rudely more than once before, not that it mattered at that moment. To be frank, she hadn’t heard you come in and that’s what scared her more.
“What do you want?”
“I need you to do a little spying for me.” Echo grit her teeth.
“Fuck off.” Echo spat, she was done with people treating her like the thing she wasn’t, at least not anymore. She climbed out of bed throwing the cover’s off.
“Roan left.” You stated, she kept the surprise out of her expression but Echo’s silence spoke volumes. “His sister is in danger and I need you to make sure that he comes back alive or, so help us, we will be fucking screwed.” She was a little surprised by that. Echo started drying her face with a cloth, gritting her teeth, still angry at what you had dared to do.
“Can’t argue with that.” Echo shrugged, you feigned a hurt expression. “Besides the fact that I will be disobeying Roan’s orders which in itself is treason. I can’t, if Roan left, it means he will be counting on me to get you through this next few days. Find someone else to do your dirty work.”
“Echo, no one else can do this.” Echo sighed loudly and threw the cloth onto the table with extra force as she turned around.
“Fine, if you die in these next few days, I will kill you because Roan’s going to kill me.”
“Sounds a little counter-intuitive but whatever rocks your socks.” You dismissed. “Take this, if you anything happens to Roan, please radio in.” You hand her the handheld receiver. It was bulky but it needed to be if you were going to be able to communicate over a 30 plus mile distance.
“Do you even know the first thing about ruling Azgeda?”
“Yeah, you have to be scary and mildly to severely threatening.”
“You are so going to be murdered.” Echo sighed once more, rubbing her hands over her face.
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Echo had finally left which didn’t exactly settle your nerves, all you had to do is try and do as little as possible in the next few days, how hard could it be? The fewer decisions you had to make, the fewer people would be able to judge you, the fewer people would see that you were actually in fact just a moron and would then to proceed to try and kill you. You had enlisted the help of the Yonhaka to try to at least make you look vaguely threatening and all in all, she had succeeded. It was quite the elaborate outfit, almost all of it completely black with lots of buckles, so much so that you dreaded the task of taking this off later. It was a tight-fitting outfit, clearly designed for combat and the throne room, with a faux dress look, and pant leggings beneath the skirt that held long slits for freedom of movement. “Only this once.” You had told her when she was excited to present something to you. You kind of liked it, it was easy to feel confident.
This would have all helped if Cedree didn’t burst into the room to convey to you that your people were waiting in the throne room, they needed your judgement on the matter in the king’s absence.
“Just whatever you do, don’t pee yourself.” Ced said when you stood at the entrance of the throne room, taking a moment to compose yourself.
“What?” You turn on the man.
“Well you’re very definitely nervous, just thought I’d give you some advice.”
“Good god, Sed, I am not a puppy.” You rolled your eyes, maybe you should have gone to the bathroom before this, you schooled yourself, straightened your spine and thought: ‘murder.’ You nodded at the guard who immediately moved to open the door. There were lots of people but your eyes landed on the one almost to the centre of the room, you would know the back of the head anywhere, it made you pause momentarily. Murphy looked back over his shoulder at you.
“Chit gon kom au (What happened)?” You raged. Murphy had to do a double-take.
“Well, Faya Gona, Osir don hon em had raun (We found him hiding).” You walked around them to stand at the foot of the dais.
“Breik em au (Release him)!”
“But Faya Gona, he was trying to steal from our food stores.”
“Did you see him steal?”
“No-“
“Then how can you claim he was stealing?” You question the guard, who took it quietly and let go of Murphy, who was looking at you curiously now.
“Faya gona, Skaikru shouldn’t be allowed to roam our streets freely.”
“You all very well know, the king is trying to establish peace with Skaikru. Taking Skaikru prisoner means war.”
“Skaikru betrayed us, we should have killed them when we had the chance.” Someone in the crowd said, you stepped closer.
“Are you challenging King Roan, the true King of Azgeda?”
“No, Faya Gona, I only meant-“
“I suggest you keep your blasphemous mouth shut, councillor.” You stated, everyone was dead quiet as they waited, you paced slowly up to the chair and sat down.
“You are dismissed, I want to talk to our honoured guest, and if anyone lays a hand on any member of Skaikru I will find them and I will burn them.” You threaten.
The only people that remained were Cedree who now stood by your side and Murphy who stayed where he was left. Murphy smirked, placing his hands in his pockets as he paced around the room, to look everywhere he could.
“Didn’t think you would be such a badass, although the thing about the burning was a little much.” Murphy commented.
“What do you want, Damsel?”
“You still clinging to that nickname?” Murphy questioned.
“Well, this is the umpteenth time I’ve saved your princess hyde.” You supplied, slouching back in the chair. “No what were you doing in the food stores?”
“You know me don’t you, I am just the little criminal.” Murphy threw his hands up in the air. “Yeah, this shiner? Your little guards gave it to me when they found me.” Murphy pointed to his split and bruised cheek. “I can show you others.”
“When have you ever successfully manipulated me with your ‘have-pity-on-me’ antics?”
“That’s funny, next you’re going to tell me stealing is wrong while you burned people to get revenge, and that’s not your only mistake.”
“What's your problem? I just saved your ass.”
“Maybe I’m just a little sick of getting by on scraps when you literally live like a king.” Murphy exclaimed angrily.
“Fine, you can stay, I’ll have them prepare a room.”
“What?”
“Don’t get me wrong Murphy, you’re a fucking liability and if I ever catch you weaselling to save your own hide, I will skin you.” Murphy didn’t say anything, just nodded, clearly hurt by your words but he left anyway, you knew he would stay because it was the nicest thing someone had done for him in a while.
“What’s his problem?” Cedree asked.
“He’s jealous. He and I used to be thick as thieves, and thieves we were. Haywire moral compasses make for the best of friendships, we were both equally hated but while he lives the same, I got somewhere, he feels forgotten, cheated.” You sighed.
“An old flame?” Cedree questioned.
“He might think so, but I was never the love type. There was only survival during the day and warm bodies at night.” You admitted.
The days were going to be long if you were to keep the peace and keep Murphy from causing any shit.
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You kept doing the math over and over again. It would take Roan toughly three days to reach Redak since you could only bare-ably ride around 75 miles a day, if you changed horses every 25 miles at an inn and only rested minimal amounts. Then coming back with a child among them, they would do maybe 50 miles per day, which would mean it would take around five days for them to reach Polis again. It had been well over eight days now, yet no word had come back, you couldn’t radio Echo, for fear of exposing her. You kept your receiver, a block of a thing with you most of the time, and occasionally it would spurt out a wave of white noise, in those moments you held your breath, waiting for a voice to declare an Emergency but it never did, the only thing that would follow was silence. The White noises were due to radio interference, maybe some leftover radiation. So you, maybe no news was good news, they were already almost here, just delayed a while, travelling with a child couldn’t be easy, after all.
“Please, (y/n), all Clarke is asking is just to talk to you.” Marcus begged.
“And I told you, as soon as Roan is back, Clarke can handle any political issues she has with Roan.”
“She wants to speak to you. Besides when is Roan even returning?”
“King Roan is on a diplomatic mission, the timeline is unknown.” A blatant lie, Roan was late.
“So you’ve said but we need to-“ The static kicked in again, it made Marcus pause, you on the other hand sighed.
“Marcus-“ You froze.
“(Y/N)? There’s been an-“ the line went incoherent “-send help” some more undecipherable stater “near the Maunon inn.” It wasn’t clear but it as clear enough: Roan was in trouble.
“Get everything ready.” You told Cedree who nodded and ran off.
“What was that?”
“Roans in trouble. I’ll speak to Clarke, if they help us, I need a group of heavily armed guards and Clark can come to if she’s willing to risk it.” You spoke to Marcus, who nodded.
“They’ll meet you at Azgeda border.” Marcus said.
You couldn’t think of the possibilities of the situation right now all you could hope was that Roan was okay.
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“I’m coming with.” Murphy said, as you and Cedree were mounted up, you scoped Murphy, trying for any hidden motives. “You can’t just leave me here, I’ll be killed, Marcus already left, there’s no one here.” Murphy protested before you even said anything.
“Fine. Lid in gapa ga em (Bring a horse for him).” You ordered.
“We need to ride hard and fast, at the border, we meet Skaikru, let’s not waste a single moment.” You said spurring your horse forward with both Cedree and Murphy in tow.
Needles to say, it was freezing outside and it would only get worse once you reached Azgeda. The inn was located in a mountain pass, a treacherous path with lots of splita residing in the area, no wonder Roan had run into trouble there.
Despite being Roan’s wife didn’t automatically mean you were queen of Azgeda, there had to be a coronation first, and though it was uncommon practise not to coronate the spouse of royal, you knew that would be next in the pipeline if you got Roan back. If not… well, you dreaded the answer. You had thought about it, if you had to run, would you go back to Skaikru? But you knew you wouldn’t; if you weren’t loved before they -sure as hell- weren’t going to accept you with open arms now. You don’t know how, but you’d have to fend for yourself, disappear, though you dreaded it, you were confident in your skills to do so. Besides you had done so once before when the hundred came to the ground, splitting from the main group of delinquents to live far away from Bellamy and his trouble starting antics, it’s how you a Murphy got close, when you took him in when they banished him. The worst part of all though would be the hurt, even now when Roan’s fate was so uncertain, you felt the dull ache, you remembered almost having lost him once before. This might just be the tipping point of your life, by tomorrow, your life might be a path that you’ve never imagined for yourself or you could be perfectly where you were, waiting for the next uncertain moment. The anxiety was, frankly, exhausting and almost debilitating. Soon enough you would know, maybe your death would come just as quickly as Roan’s.
A feeling of dread sits in the pool of your stomach when you're back in Polis. There’s no escaping the feeling or distracting yourself, you are soon caught up in wedding plans which you barely have a say in. “Deyon, osir ste won. Moron, osir gondaun ogeda(Today, we are one. Tomorrow, we fight together)”
“Gonplei.” Echo corrects, you avoid Roan’s pointed gaze, you feel like you can’t breath with him so close, you didn’t want to think about what this means.
“Gondaun, gonplei. It all means the same thing.” You shoot-back.
“It does, though they are different but you need to say it exactly.” Roan says, and for a moment your eyes connect and you look away. How are you supposed to look him in the eye and say all of this. Let alone do anything else the ceremony might want.
“Again.” Echo leans against Roan’s desk.
“I got it.” You snap.
“Again.” Echo insists with a strong glare.
“Echo, that’s enough help for one day.” Roan warns and Echo rolls her eyes and leaves but you ignore her with a silent angry exhale. “We then exchange the object which we poses that has the most meaning to us.” Your mind immediately flickered to the dog tags.
“This object it could be anything?” Roan nods, you ponder for a moment giving something else. There’s a little silence as you think deeply then look up and wonder what he’s think and what he has in mind.
“Then I will take the knife and poor my blood into the chalice.” Roan continues after a moment.
“I don’t like where this is going, sounds ill-advised.” You comment trying to sound light-hearted as you moved on from the thoughts, Roan sighs a little in frustration but amusement glimmers in his eyes.
“Then you take the knife and do the same.”
“Do they wipe it first? I mean like no offence but I don’t know what sort of grounder viruses your carrying that my space immune system can’t handle.” Roan sets you with a look and that nervous, impending-doom feelings forgotten as the nervousness turns into something entirely different.
“The same knife and then you and I share a drink.” You pull a face of course but Roan ignores you like he has been doing this whole day.
“Is there any kissing in this? If so we really might need to practice, I mean the last time I kissed you it was pretty much one sided and we need to at least convince the crowd.” Despite your joke, your cheeks burn.
Roan makes a thoughtful sound like he’s considering it, he takes a step forward like he made his decision and your smile falls as you step back bumping against the desk. Roan leans in and your thoughts scramble to decide whether you should stop him. He’s face is so close to yours now, you hold your breath. “Roan-“ you start but something twists in your gut, but it’s pleasant and keeps you from shivering at the tingle that runs up your spine, you swallow thickly. Roan hums again, this time a shorter observant sound.
“I don’t think you’re ready for that lesson yet.” He leans back, and you can breath again.
“Well I clearly didn’t mean now.” You say once you’ve recollected yourself, your whole face feeling like its on fire.
“We’ll continue later, you have an appointment with our yonhaka.” Roan was already on his way out.
“Yonhaka?” You ask confused.
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“You’re late.” The Woman says the moment the guards open the door for you. “It’s hardly my fault, it took me an hour to find this place, I don’t even know what a yonhakais.” You survey the room, it is full of rolls of patched together fabric rolled onto large rollers packed against the walls, there is a big work table to your right, and large old mirrors to the left side of the room, of you study the old or nations in the room, it’s clear this was some studio of a kind, may be for dancing? Behind the woman with exotic ethnic features that you can’t quite place is two women and a man. By the way she carries herself , it's clear who in charge.
“The.” She says simply.
“What?”
“Jus Gona, you have the privilege of meeting the royal dresser, it is an honour to be adorned in the art that she makes with her own hands.” The male introduces.
“Do I bow?” You question sarcastically from the dramatic words.
“Fiery.” She notes. “I have some ideas but I will need to take your measurements first and have you try on old dresses.”
“Lady, I don’t do dresses, I need something I can move in. Shit can go south very quickly with Azgeda.”
“Authoritative, demanding.” She states.
“Annoying.” You state back at her, as you try and discourage the outright judgement.
“I am building a profile of you, I need to know what you are like so that your sofkova (dress) can represent you.” She explains patiently, “As for the other matter, there is no negotiation on the sofkova, a dress it will be even if I have to sew it to your skin, but it will be functional.”
“You just got a whole creepier.” You point out.
“My goal is to make you feel your power when you stand in your dress, and if you don’t- but you will- then I haven’t done my job correctly.” You cocked an eyebrow.
“Try me.” You challenge.
“Ban we yun bakkova (Remove your clothing).” She orders and with a wave of her hand you do.
“And one last thing, if you ruin my work, I will ruin you.” You didn’t say anything against her blatant threat instead deciding that you would be very careful.
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You were retired to your own quarters for the afternoon, trying to go over the words of the ceremony. You sighed in frustration, barely being able to focus, you were tired after the early start to your long day.
“It’s fine, just relax.” You say out loud, instead deciding to lay out the clothes you were going to wear for bed. There was a knock at the door and you gave you permission for the person to enter.
“Jus Gona, the Ambassador of Skaikru has requested to see you, King Roan has granted him access.” You sigh knowing whatever you say to the guard won’t help the situation. “Ai na gocha yu op got raunkova(I’ll escort you to the throne room).” He declared. You weren’t much surprised that Roan would want the meeting to be somewhere in public, given Skaikru’s recent record. Of course, you knew you would be given some privacy at least but one or two guards might be present. It was Marcus though. Would he really do something like that to you? You decided that some people did stupid things when they were desperate, you wouldn’t be over powered again.
The moment the doors opened, you were surprised, Cedree stood against the far wall behind Marcus, arms folded as he watched carefully. You hadn’t seen him since-
“Y/n.” Marcus says when the door has closes behind you. You feel a little trapped for the moment as you look over your shoulder to indeed atest that the noise was truly the door closing and the guard leaving, no doubt right outside the door. You steel yourself and turn to him, a little funny thought crossed your mind. ‘Marcus was standing next to the guy you tried to have sex with’ It was supplied by some foolish irrational thought of you and of course you were an adult who could make her own decisions, it was not like Marcus was in anyway related to you. After this you couldn’t for a moment take your eyes off Cedree, feeling totally embarrassed by multiple things.
You needed something to focus on whatever Marcus was here to tell you. You strode towards the table.
“Do you want anything?” You toss the question over your shoulder at Marcus. There’s silence so you pour one glass.
He always knew what to do when talking to people and he was checking all the boxes when he said:
“You remember when I caught you drinking, you had met up with a boy and one of the guards reported to me that you had been out past curfew while I was working late night.” You turn around during the story, taking a sip of the wine and watching him, knowing instantly where this story was going, feeling even more embarrassed that Cedree was here, but you ignored his presence for the moment
Marcus smiles at the memory and it makes you think back about how he put the boy in detention for a week and made you assist Abby’s patients for the next month, it was how you and Clarke got close. Despite the not so uncomfortable memories you shut him down quickly.
“You told me that I will always make mistakes and that if I didn’t see it you would space me like my parents.” It’s an old scab and you know how Marcus feels about it, you’re long past it but he doesn’t need to know about it. You had to admit, Marcus was a relation, no matter how hard you tried to deny it. Your reality was that he had betrayed you even if it wasn’t him who took the initiative, you were angry because he wasn’t there to stop Clarke. You put the glass back on the table, behind you.
“Maybe I wasn’t the best... parental figure in your life at the time but you turned out well and you know how much I’ve tried to make it right.” You couldn’t deny it he had, countless times made up for it, Marcus had always been there for you, even when you fucked up he was there to correct your mistakes and he hadn’t judged you for them. And he wasn’t all bad, as much as he liked to believe, you were taught valuable things, how to survive, how to lead people and how to get them to follow, what power means to people and how they tend to use it if it falls into their lap.
“Marcus, I’ve killed people, a murderer is not exactly the picture of a good child.” Marcus reaches to steady you by the shoulders and out fo the corner of your eye, you both notice Cedree move, hand on his sword. Marcus steps back hesitantly, ever since he changed, he’s been affectionate and at first it made you uncomfortable and then you discovered it was because it was something you hated to admit you needed sometimes- in small doses.
“Me too. I’m not perfect, none of us are. I killed your parents, you know I’m still paying for it. This life does things to us, but it doesn’t mean we’re bad people, not if we make the right decisions, even when it's hard.” You shake your head pulling away from him, how hypocritical, you hated how it hurts but you sat it anyway:
“Marcus, I can’t help Skaikru, at least not in the way you want to but if you support this decision we made, then Roan might-“
“What decision, (y/n)?!” He raises his voice at that, interrupting you then pauses to collect himself but continues in the same serious tone but softer. “Don’t tell me that you made this decision because I damn well know you didn’t. And it’s not okay, you’re barely twenty two and Roan could almost be-“
“Don’t you dare say it.” You glare at him. He stops, recognising something in your expression. “You know, I can’t read you. I don’t know what to think anymore. I can’t tell if you actually care about me or if you are trying to save your people.”
“They’re your people too.” Marcus says, you simply glare at him, he knows how fondyou are of your former fellow ship mates. “Why can’t it ever be both?” He questions.
“I am not trying to force you to decide. Marcus, my happiness, my safety will never be in your hands again. There’s no decision here. Either Skaikru doesn’t support this marriage, rejects Roan as the rightful King or they survive.” You emphasise, ignoring the clear insult he gave you a moment before. For once you just wanted to feel like someone put you first but you pushed it aside.
You stepped back schooling yourself back into place. “Please go, my wedding day is tomorrow, I will need plenty of rest to prepare for the long festivities.” The doors open. You’ve said everything you possibly could, now it was up to him. “The Guards will escort you back to your rooms, and I will know your final decision. You’re fate, tomorrow.” Marcus doesn’t protest. As Cedree knocks on the door singling to the guards outside who opened the doors.
“Ced.” You say softly as Marcus is escorted out.
“Ai na goch Faya Gada gon baggeda(I’ll escort the fire girl to her bedroom).” Cedree says to the guard waiting on you, who nods and joins the guard escorting Marcus away.
“When did you arrive?” You enquire casually.
“This morning.” He explains simply, “I heard you were caught up in a little skirmish with your people.” You nod, then change the subject drastically:
“I feel terrible.”
“No need,” He says in that’s strange accent with a boyish smile, “I’m just wondering what was your intention that night.”
“I was trying to see if I could feel anything, since I might have had to spend the rest of my life with you.” You explain.
“And?” He asked.
“Ced-“ You start in a soft tone, not quite sure how to put the words.
“I know this path has long since past, And don’t get me wrong to think that anything might have developed past friendship in the time that I’ve known you, I’m sure you know these things take time, but I’m curios.” He interrupted quickly explaining, you almost sighed in relief.
“No, Ced, I’m not set up to work like that.” He nods, accepting your answer.
“Shall we?” He gestured to the open hall way.
“I need to see Roan.” You add, he nods and walks you the way.
You pause outside the room, next to the guards and smile at Cedree as he nods to you and leaves. When you hear Echo’s voice you stop the guard from opening the door for a moment as something captures your attention.
“Jus Gona?” The guard questions, you push him.
“Wait a moment.” You tell him as you listen.
“-stop being so soft with her.” You instantly knew who they were talking about.
“What I do is none of your concern.” Roan states. He doesn’t deny it and something flutters with in you and then is quickly snuffed out, the last thing you wanted was to be treated like something fragile due to a pity party. There’s silence that follow, your wonder if Roan is contemplating Echo’s word. Despite Echo being his advisor, he seems to usually shut her down when she speaks up, which is surprising that this time he doesn’t chase her out.
“Jus Gona?” The guard questions, reminding you as the silence continues inside.
“I changed my mind.” You say. “Please tell the King that I spoke to Marcus Kane and that he shouldn’t be expecting any support from Skaikru.”
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The sun has long since set when the doors to your rooms open once more to an unannounced visitor, your fingers are entangled in the dog tags of your brother, the old rusted chain and faded letters are so familiar but you put it aside as Roan steps further into the room, the doors close behind him.
“You allowed Marcus to speak to me.” It sounds colder when it echoes around the room.
“I knew, as Jus Gona, the future queen and leader of my people, you would be able to win us a new ally and I was expecting you to perform your duties.” Roan doesn’t answer, the King does.
“Don’t be so sure, I have achieved nothing but to cut the only person that ever believed in me out of my life.”
“It’s him who made that decision not you.” Roan adds, it hurst worse.
“Can you please take that stupid thing of your head?!” You cry out frustrated. When the moment fades and Roan keeps quiet, idle by the desk where rests hand on the backrest of the chair, you feel ashamed at your childish outburst. You clench and unclench your jaw, thinking of the apology almost stings.
You hear the soft thump of the crown on the table and you look up, watching Roan peel back his regal outer layers until he can more comfortable move in his untucked shirt and simple pants. He lays them out over the chair, taking his time and then he strides to your side of the bed.
“Roan I am really-“ He sits down on the bed by your legs.
“How did it go when you spoke to Marcus?” He asks, it's so genuine, his words soft.
“Awful.” You say simply.
“I’m sorry.” Roan says, holding your gaze with a sincere look. “If you want to talk about it..?” Roan trails off but you look away, you weren’t in the mood to open old wounds, if you could just keep it together for one more day.
“Wasn’t this what Echo said you shouldn’t do.” You mumble almost under your breath, keeping your gaze trained on the dog tags at the side of your table. There’s enough silence that you think, he’s confused.
“That’s when you asked the guard to inform me. Is that why you didn’t come inside?” He questions.
“I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t hear it.” You say simply. “I don’t want you to go easy on me because of what happened.”
“Is that what you think my reasoning is?” He questions, when you don’t answer Roan tries with another question: “If you don’t want me to go easy on you and you don’t want me to treat you like one of your subjects, what do you want?” He asks, when you glance at him he’s genuinely curios, he has a patient expression on his face as he waits.
“I don’t know, definitely not like one of your subjects.” You say, that tells him everything he needs to know as he hums thoughtfully
“You should be asleep, tomorrow is a long day.” Roan says when he realised you weren’t ready.
“I doubt I’ll be getting any sleep.” You retort.
“Try?”
“Only if you stay to toss and turn with me the whole night.” You say before you could want to begin to stop yourself. Roan nods, and you’re a little surprised by it.
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The next morning you wake up as Roan gets ready to leave, he greets you and tells you he had some business to attend to. You are ordered to stay confined in your room until someone comes to get you, Echo is with you from after breakfast which at least provides some entertainment for the day ahead and almost anything you require is at your fingers tips. There’s not much to do than to sit and overthink the day away which only seems to fuel the nervous nightmare ahead. The guards have been increased tenfold for the day, to ward off any potential threats and provide at least some form of protection in the event of some brave soul favouring a very a bad idea. The wedding was announced early morning by the King himself to the people of Polis, his people and other clans and currently he was negotiating with other leaders for the support in your union.
“Don’t they have professionals for this type of stuff? Ow!” You exclaim as Echo pulls the braid tightly. “Could you please leave some hair in my scalp after you're finished!” You snap, glaring at Echo in the mirror.
“Stop your whining, fyucha (infant).” Echo snaps right back, pausing as she glares back in the mirror. “I could leave it for you to do yourself, you ungrateful little-“
“Fine! Sorry!” You snap. Echo continues after a small pause, she continues to tug at your hair but you ignore it as much as possible, gritting your teeth.
“There.” You sight in relief as she gives confirmation that she is finished, you stand. You looked fine, the intricate braids might have been too much for your taste but it was the last thing on your mind. Your makeup consisted of key pieces that highlighted your features. A strange sight compared to the only other make up you ever wore- war paint.
There’s a loud bang as the doors hit the wall, you jump, your body tense as you reach for a dagger at your hip that is not there. Roan stands in your doorway, covered in blood. The fact that it was him, should have put you at ease but the site of the deep red doesn’t. “You’re okay.” Roan says as if it's a revelation to himself.
“Echo, guard the door.” Roan orders, she immediately steps outside.
“Yeah I’m okay, why am I would I not be okay? Are you even supposed to be here? Why is there blood all over you?” You question, your hair is braided and you are only standing in your underwear and despite the countless times you have seen blood, despite the countless times you have faced death, it horrifies you. You cross your arms, feeling a little uncomfortable as Roan tries real hard not to look down.
“No, I’m not supposed to be here but we need to do this now, some Natrona (traitors) have infiltrated the Polis. If we can finish the ceremony, I believe they will stand down, if I have the power of Jus Gona.” The door closes behind him hiding the hoard of guards.
You're stunned, you swallow not sure what exactly to think.
“What?” Is all you can manage.
“Wait before you-“ Roan starts but you cut him off.
“You’re going to kill me.” You throat burns, your first thought was ‘what were you expecting’ and then you rationality suddenly steps in, why would he tell you this if it was his plan? It makes you pause for a moment and listen to what Roan is trying to say.
“I mean,” he suddenly decides to step closer. “I’m not sure it's better.” He almost laughs but he’s expression is humourless. “Have you ever done itbefore?” Out of all the things you thought he would say, that question was not on your list.
First of all King Roan of Azgeda, one of the most accomplished warriors you know can’t say the word ‘sex’.
“Of course I’ve slept with people, are you sure you have?” You question almost accusingly.
“Yes, yes-“ he defends almost immediately, you swear he’s a deeper colour as he pauses, “that’s not the point. I’m talking about consummating the marriage tonight.” Roan is serious, you’re a little dizzy but you keep standing anyway, taking a deep breath to think.
“So we say we did the do, no one will be the wiser.” You suggest.
“It has to be witnessed.” You swallow, feeling like you needed a breath of fresh air.
“I was afraid you would say that. This fucked up shit is getting really predictable, first I have to drink your blood and now? Now this.”
“I know, I’m sorry, I keep asking-“
“I’ll do it,” your throat burns, “but I swear to God Roan, I don’t know if I can but I can try.” You hate that your eyes flood with tears but you can’t stop it as the trickle down your cheeks. Roan steps up again and simply pull you into his chest despite his bloody clothes. He smells like Iron and salt and you try to block out your own sobs. “You’re not supposed to make the bride cry on her wedding day you know.” Roan can’t help but chuckle. You half heartedly attempt a laugh but you don’t feel like it.
Roan glanced at the door impatiently, he couldn’t form a scenario in his mind where you wouldn’t show up but if he thought a little deeper he could, and none of those scenarios were good. He glanced back to Clarke, there was something uneasy about her that he couldn’t quite place. “Where’s Abby and Marcus?” He interrupted her. Clarke stiffened a little as she does when something is particularly painful. That’s why Clarke is so tense.
“Taken by Trikru.” Clarke admitted.
“Indra finally betrayed you, and now there holding your most important hostage.”
“That's why Trikru thinks we won’t try to take back Polis.” Clarke explained.
“What’s so valuable about Polis?” Clarke pulled a little box out of her pocket, battered and beaten, she slides open the top lid and picks something out. She brandishes the flame between her thumb and forefinger holding it up for them to see.
“This. This is what’s important.” Roan watches Clarke, she almost looms teary-eyed for a moment but as soon as she pockets the box with the flame inside the look is gone. Lexa is still very fresh in Clarke’s memory.
“So you want Azgeda’s help to take back Polis, what’s in it for us.” Echo pipes up behind him.
“You can rule over Polis until a new Heda can be selected.”
There’s a pause as he considers it, he can almost hear Echo running the risks behind him.
“On one condition.” Roan says finally breaking the silence after a pregnant pause. “We get to keep the flame until another commander ascends. When do we attack?”
“The day after tomorrow at dawn.” Clarke, Roan considered the conversation over, he turned to leave.
“Y/n left.” Clark said, both Roan and Echo turned back. “A messenger came to call her to you escorting party, they were attacked.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Echo relax, but he wasn’t so convinced. “Is the messenger still around?” Clarke nodded.
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It was set, they would ride hard and fast for the border where they left their escort party and they would send word to all the towns in the outskirts of Azgeda gather a small troop to be utilized on the day after tomorrow. Roan sat uneasy on the horse lent to him, a big fellow, able to take the weight of dense muscles and armour. He glanced at Echo who mounted up beside him on her own bay. “Chit’s sketchi. (Something is wrong.)” Echo whispered, Roan glanced back at the messenger who had deliver the message to you. Echo got the idea. Finally there was a load call the gates began to open. “If you betray me, Clarke, you will live to regret it.” Roan called loudly as he spurred his horse forward.
As if on cue, they stepped out from every nook, behind every tree. Roan gathered his reins and spurred his horse into a canter, he circled back, Echo followed and before the messenger could react, his head was on the ground. Echo halted, sword out, blood splatter everywhere on her. Roan was still on the move, he could hear the mass of Trikru now, gathering before the gates of arcadia. Before anyone could realise Roan stood in front of Clarke sword to her neck. He spotted, Bellamy then as she yelled for Roan and his black eye confirmed his suspicions further.
“Where’s y/n?” Roan questioned, Clarke’s throat bobbed, she couldn’t run, he would catch up in no time.
“She’s not yours to bargain and trade with.”
“She’s not yours either, she should be able to make her own decisions.”
“You’re marrying her, you’re placing a target on her back.”
“She’s had a target on her back since you sent her to Azgeda.” He would do it, he would kill her, she would feel her betrayal, dying slowly as she drowned in her own blood. He knew he could, y/n would be safe, they wouldn’t kill her for this.
Just when he thought all hope was last, a war drum sounded and Roan paused, he pulled back, spinning to face the sound as he watched his scarred white-faced warriors appearing.
“I told you, you would regret this.” Clarke stood uneasily, tensed.
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The room was in complete chaos when Roan entered, things were haphazardly strewn about and immediately as he sets his sites on you he understands why. You were tied to the cot riving and tugging at the bonds. Jackson was nursing a furiously bleeding arm, he could tell you were out of it, your head lulling to the side. “You sedated her?” He questioned furiously at Clarke, Bellamy stepped in quick enough. “She didn’t want to come willingly.”
“No shit.” Roan barked. Echo stayed with Clarke and Bellamy watching them carefully as Roan cut loose the bonds. “We’re leaving.” Roan said, as he scooped you up.
Roan sat you down on his bed, you were awake now, dizzy but somewhat conscious. “Roan,” you said again but this time your look was focused on him in a steady admiration. He hated that look, how could you still look at him like this when he had caused all this tension. It was almost unbearable but he held your gaze, steadying you as you swayed with a bout of dizziness. He watched your features grow pale and almost knew it before you said it.
“Bathroom.” Was all you could manage, Roan hauled you up, as you tried to keep the rising bile inside your body and rushed you into the on-suite. You collapsed in front of the toilet with as much grace as the situation would allow. And Roan was just in time to scoop your har out of your face before you wretched violently. You groaned, clearly feeling particularly awful. Whatever they gave was clearly short-acting as you slipped into your state of barely conscious again. He wasn’t about to call Clarke again, you'd just have to ride it out, he knew.
When you had clearly long finished your stomach emptying act, he moved you to the bed again. “You're so caring you know that.” You said with slurred speech and drowsy looks. “You would have made a good nurse. Ooh maybe a doctor, sexy doctor.” You informed him, voice lilting at the compliment, as your head lolled a little. He chuckled, if you had any recollection of the incident you were sure to be mortified and he wouldn’t neglect the opportunity to remind you when you were much less delirious.
“This isn’t my room.” You said, glancing around.
“No.” He confirmed.
You gasped, “Roan we’re not married yet.”
“Unfortunately, We’re not staying.” Roan said. He covered you with the blanket at the bottom of the bed, despite his words and before he was done you were gone.
You fight as much as you heavy limbs allow when they start dragging you down the cold stone hallway, you don’t know where you are but it feels wrong to even to your drugged mind. It’s like treading through water it leaves your muscles aching and you want to top fighting but you know you shouldn’t. A door is flung open and you can’t help but think ‘oh, no’. Every futile attempt at getting away makes you want to quit and you do when they chain you to the floor. Because there’s no use now, wide eyed, your steadying mind finally comprehends your situation. But you can’t believe it, you can’t think what they will do, why they’re cutting off your clothes. even as they start cutting at your pants. Your spirit is renewed when the cold wraps around your bare legs and you fight against limbs and chains. “No! Stop!” They mock your cries and laugh at your feeble voice thats dry and raspy. But you can’t stop them you realise, you’ve lost all control, and totally at their mercy your throat tightens and you can’t breathe. It feels like you are going to die, as you struggle for air, you’re chest screaming for mercy as your heart races. Surely this is what one feels like before you die. And then it starts, the pain, the real pain and it doesn’t stop.
The feeling doesn’t leave you, even as you sit up with no shackles around your limbs and none of those men around. What grips you is the cool evening air that hits your face. It's so dark, you can barely see in front of you, you feel like you can’t breathe, you sin searching for something and in the dark, your hand slides over something fury and solid which makes you jump back until Roan rolls over. He sits up immediately upon seeing whatever he sees, his fingers wrap around your wrist as he pulls you closer, slipping your fingers into his palm, you glance down and you can feel him as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles, it helps. You’re breathing calms as you try to take deep breaths, eyes connecting with Roan's. “Sorry we didn’t mean to move you while you were out but things got complicated.” He whispers, his understanding of your problem so clear when you only realise it at his words. But now as the adrenalin fades, the effects of the drug hit you like a fright time, nausea with a feeling that makes you feel like a boulder, like you can’t bear to sit upright much longer.
“I feel like I’ve been hit by space station.” You say softly. “What the hell happened at Arkadia?”
“Clarke betrayed us.” He could see your face turn into a bitter expression.
“What's new?”
“But I believe it was because Indra kept Abby and Marcus hostage.” Roan explained.
“What?” You asked alarmed, he could see you had a soft spot for the man that raised you, despite the fact that, to his understanding, he wasn’t the best roll model at the time.
“We believe they are being kept in Polis but we’ll send them back to Skaikru when this over.” Roan promised. “This scheme has set us back with Trikru, we killed a lot of their warriors.”
“And Skaikru?” He knew that painful worry, to fear for the people that reject you, that abandon you, he’s been there once.
“Some got harmed but I think you handed out more injuries yourself, you bit your healer, hard enough to draw blood.” Roan was clearly amused. “And Bellamy was sporting a deep blue eye.”
It felt satisfying but you wanted more, I mean how could they think to betray your kru, even if you didn’t choose Azgeda, they chose you and you hated that Skaikru- that Clarke just couldn’t accept that. After all- you weren’t some possession to be owned and kept safe when it aligned with someone’s interest. “It would be unwise and unlikely that we would align with Skaikru again, but we are going to take back Polis, that's where we are headed. As soon as we have the seat at Polis we will force them to submit to an alliance, unfortunately, the traitors' conditions might not be favourable for them.”
“Don’t you think that would go against Azgeda’s values? Forcing peace.”
“They will see it differently, a King ruling Polis with Jus Gona, the Fayalida and Wanheda at my disposal.”
“Is that all I am a trophy?” You ask genuinely curious but dreading the answer.
Roan sighed, “You know to me it’s not like that but it doesn’t mean I would use whatever means necessary to try and protect you. Being an object to Azgeda ensures a purpose, power, which means you hold value and the eyes of our people.” It was true, but maybe that was what it was supposed to be, even if the world saw you only as the worst part within you, at least to the people that care it was an entirely different story. “We leave early in the morning, lets get some rest, Polis holds a lot of challenges.” Roan said, lying down on the furs he laid out for him, you laid down on the bed made for you, it was close enough that you could reach out and touch Roan if you turned around and somehow his presence made it easy to fall back asleep.
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“Jus Gona.” You were awake at the words, instantly recognizing Echo standing above you.
“Wow Echo this is such an improvement, are you going to wake me up with breakfast in bed next?” You smiled at her, even half asleep your wit as sharp as ever.
“I can’t be seeing kicking the future queen of Azgeda.” She replied bluntly. “We’re leaving, your horse is saddled and waiting.”
You pulled yourself from the relevant comfort of your furs, rolling the thick skins up as boots stepped up in front of you, you slowly rose dreading facing the person that you knew it was. “Aleksondria,” You acknowledged as curtly as possible, you hadn’t seen her since that night it was declared that you would be marrying Roan.
“Don’t think you can get away with this for much longer, Jus Gona. The wedding wil happen in Polis.” She declared before turning on her heal and striding away at a quick pace.
Your fingers dug into your palms, as you glanced at Roan mounting his horse, you were lucky in one sense- you couldn’t deny it. Roan was a good friend and maybe you even liked him more than you do most, it was the best-case scenario for the circumstance but despite this, you were dreading it.
You quickly saddled your horse, making sure the girth was tight enough before you mounted up.
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Polis was beautiful when the setting sun fell on the large tower, it glowed against the painted background but it was also very desolate and that’s what made the setting sun so strange. Everyone was tense and waiting for the ambush which they knew would soon come, since there was no way, Polis had been completely abandoned. How many people would be coming at you was the whole other problem.
You we’re in the mix a separate, secure party with Echo on the lead that needed to find a way into the tower, you were glad to be useful at last after Roan and his men having to haul your ass on the back of a wagon for half the journey here due to Skaikru and there decisions. Your objective was to locate, protect and take any important enemy persons into custody for later negotiations. And you knew who you were going to find, your spite overpowered your dread of looking Abby and Marcus in the eyes as they realized what had happened. Sure Indra had really forced Skaikru’s hand into acting against Azgeda, but what the fuck had Clarke thought she could do with you? You bristled at the thought, following Echo down into the dark passages of the holding cells.
You’re eyes adjusted to the low light conditions the further you made your wat down the steps and soon you were glancing in every cell, searching faces of criminals to find who exactly you were looking for.
When the moment finally arrived it was much different from how you picture it. Instead of surprise, it was a different sort of look that reflected on their faces. “(Y/n) please let us speak to Roan if we can just-“ Marcus started.
“No.” Echo snapped coldly. “Confine them to a room in the palace, place four guards on them, they are not to leave their quarters.” She ordered the guards who stepped forward to unlock the cell and pull out the two leaders of Skaikru, you were more stunned than you thought you would be. They looked ragged, Indra really hadn’t been their friend this time. At the chance, Abby lunged out the guard's grips and took up your hands, in her own. Still frozen you could barely react but stare at her.
“(Y/n) please-“ Echo was quick to place a sword at Abby’s neck that had her relishing the hold on your hands to step back and away from the pressure of the sword pressed against her jugular, her eyes wide with fear. You opened your mouth to convey an order-
“Calm down.” Echo stated at you, immediately angered by her words. These were the people you thought of as-
“Take them.” Echo removed the threatening weapon as the guards left with them.
“Stop feeling.” Echo said when they were gone.
“Echo-“
She wrapped a skilled arm around your chest smashed you into the wall behind her, the blow was hard but the knee she thrust into your stomach was worse. You collapsed to the ground a wheezing, gasping, pained mess. You couldn’t even form a coherent thought as you fought for oxygen.
“That is the only way, they can hurt you.” With that Echo left you in the hands of your escort as she continued to the exit.
A guard helped you stood when you were ready to stretch upright.
“Are you alright, Jus Gona?” You nodded still unable to form any words.
Sure Echo was right, but fuck would you get her back for the painful lesson.
