Rory Montgomery is a lot of things to a lot of people:
Queen. Revolutionary. Real. Killer. Free. Survivor.
After crash landing on Earth with 99 other juvenile delinquents and reuniting with lost friends, Rory Montgomery learnt that Earth wasn't quit...
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Rory collects her thoughts, taking a few deep breaths to try to calm down a little. She pushes her conversation with Lexa to the back of her mind, locking it in the same place Roan's letter rests. She takes one last look at the ashes, the embers now all gone, then turns on her heels heading for the concrete stairs leading below ground where she watched Lexa disappear down and presumes her people also are. Before she makes her way down, she pauses at the top of the stairs. She nods her head to herself, giving herself a stern talking to in her head, psyching herself up. A perfect smile gets plastered on her face leaving no trace of the internal struggle she's going through.
She descends the stairs. Her shoulders are pushed back, her head tilted up, that gleaming smile on her face, she's the definition of regal as she enters the room. Rory is the last to arrive, all the others mingling in little groups around the large table in the middle of the room. When they hear her boots on the stairs they all glance over at her. Most of them acknowledge her briefly then turn back to whatever conversation they were having, only wanting to see who had entered, but some in the room don't. Some of them, namely Lexa, Bellamy, Octavia, Lincoln and Kane, stay staring, mesmerised by her, all for different reasons.
"What's the matter?" Bellamy asks when she comes to a stop next to him. He's waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. His eyebrows are knitted together in worry, they have been since Rory took her first step into the room and he'd seen her face.
Rory looks up at him, her smile not even wavering for a second. "I don't know what you mean, nothing's the matter. I'm fine."
"No you're not." He tells her. "You might be able to convince everyone else, but you know you can't pull the wool over my eyes. I know you too well to know when you're faking it." He places a fake smile on his own face, knowing she wants to keep the rouse up with the others, and ducks his head down so he can whisper in her ear. "So, let me ask the question again, what's the matter, Ro? You were fine when I left, what happened?"
"Lexa heard us, when we were riding earlier." She caves, knowing he'll get the answer out of her eventually. She leans in herself and then glances over his shoulder to Lexa. She sees the girl fold her arms, a slightly irritated look on her face as she stares at the wall in front of her, not knowing that the reason for it is her close proximity to one Bellamy Blake. "She thinks your suicidal plan is a good idea and we should go for it."
"Maybe I misjudged her after all." He mutters, still leaning in close.
She clenches her jaw slightly, the smile slipping a tiny bit. "I've already told you, Bellamy, we aren't going with your plan. Lexa can think what she wants, she can tell me I'm making a mistake, she can tell me I'm signing your death sentence keeping you by my side so I should just send you into the mountain anyway. She can think what she wants to think, it's not going to change things."
"Remember what you said to Murphy? Back in the dropship?" He asks. "You said that you'd fight for every single one of us and not just me. You've done it before, you shut those doors despite me being outside-"
