❝ 𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹
𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 ❞
- 𝗔𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘂𝘀

𝗔𝘃𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Clarke and I stand in the throne room that is now full of grounders and in the centre of the room there is Carl Emerson, chained up once again to a metal pole. Guards enter the room with Lexa behind them and she takes her stand at her throne with Titus by her side.

"We come together tonight, as we have countless times before, to watch a man die" Lexa announces in her native tongue before handing a knife to her guard "Wanheda, Wanlida"

The Commander turns to stare at Clarke and I as the guard walks over to Emerson and offers us the knife.

"Vengeance is yours" Lexa finishes.

Clarke moves towards the middle of the room and stops in front of the guard, looking at the weapon intensely. The blonde girl quickly realises that I'm not by her side and she turns her head to look back at me expectantly.

I shake my head at my friend, telling her that I won't be a part of this and she nods in understanding, turning back to the guard.

"No" Clarke decides.

My lips tug up in a triumphant smile as the crowd of grounders bursts into murmurs and I look to the Commander to see that Titus is looking at Clarke in distraught. The guard leaves to stand by Lexa's side once again and Clarke turns to look directly at Emerson.

"I don't know if your death would bring me peace. I just know I don't deserve it" Clarke explains herself and it tugs at my heart, hitting me where it hurts.

"This man must die" Titus objects, rushing towards Clarke and I move forward myself, taking a protective stance in front of the blonde "If Skaikru will not take his life, then Heda will"

"Heda will speak for herself. Enough, Titus" Lexa's voice booms across the room and he steps away from me, looking at his leader in disbelief.

"What the hell is this?" Emerson mutters out.

"I wouldn't be killing you for what you've done. I'd be killing you for what I've done" Clarke tells the man "I give this man his life. Blood must not have blood"

The whole crowd erupts into chatter and Emerson lets out a roar of anger as I glance back at Clarke with a proud smile, stepping back to stand by her side.

"Silence!" Lexa demands "The crimes of the Mountain cannot be answered by one man!"

"Wanheda knows this" She continues in English "Her actions show us a promise for a new future, a world in which violence does not always answer violence, a world in which our children can flourish without the shadow of death"

"This prisoner is banished from my land. He will live, but he will live with the ghosts of those he has lost, haunted until the end of his days by the knowledge that he... is the last of his kind" Lexa speaks to her people, looking around the room and capturing everyone's attention.

"May you live forever" Clarke adds and I smirk smugly at Emerson who is looking at us with murderous rage.

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When I make it back to my room, I'm not surprised to find a gift lying on my bed that is wrapped in cloth and twine. I pick up the small wrapped item and gently tug at the twine until it unravels before peeling away the cloth.

In the palm of my hand lays a small wooden box with a symbol carved into it that I think i've seen before. I open the box and it reveals a silver ring that dawns a shiny snowflake.

My eyes widen in surprise because while the ring is dainty, it still looks beautiful with the tiny intricate details of the snowflake and the small blue sapphire in the centre of it.

"Oh my God" I breathe out in awe as I take it from the box and carefully slip it onto my middle finger on my left hand to admire it.

A knock at the door gains my attention and I place the box down on the table, heading straight to the door. I pull open the wooden door to find a tower of a man on the other side and he smiles at me mischievously.

"Good evening, Your Royal Highness" I greet the Azgeda King.

"It's much better now, Wanlida" Roan counters, sauntering into my room and I roll my eyes with a small smile as I close the door behind him "I see that you got my gift"

I once again lift my hand to admire the ring on my finger with a grin and stroll over to where he's stood at my window, watching the city below us.

"Are you asking for my hand in marriage?" I ask the man jokingly and he chuckles, turning to look at me.

"Would you say yes?" He answers with a question of his own, a teasing smile on his lips.

"Of course not. That would be very foolish of me" I tell him matter of factly and he nods in agreement.

"Wise choice, firefly" He praises me and I can't ignore the way it makes my stomach flutter "It is not a proposal. Just a gift from an admirer"

"You admire me?" I gasp in faux dramatics, glancing down to the city "How charming of you, sir"

"I thought my intentions were quite obvious. Perhaps I need to be clearer" He hums thoughtfully and I look up at him curiously.

Roan tilts my chin upwards with his pointer finger and carefully traces my bottom lip with his thumb, causing my heart rate to rapidly speed up. The anticipation kills me as he toys with me, brushing his knuckles against my cheek and my eyes flutter closed at the feeling.

"You're the most beautiful woman i've ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on" Roan murmurs sweetly and it knocks the breath out of my lungs.

Before I can open my mouth to say something back or gasp for a breath, his lips are pressed against mine. Roan's calloused palm cups my face tenderly and my hands grip a hold of his jacket, the kiss making me feel lightheaded in the best way.

Our lips part and he rests his forehead on my own, his stoney blue eyes gazing into my icy blue pair. I quickly realise that his free hand is on my waist, his thumb gently rubbing small circles onto the skin showing between the waistband my jeans and the hem of my top.

"Thank you for the gift, Roan" I breathe out gratefully and he smiles softly.

"It was my pleasure" He hums, lifting his head to kiss my forehead.