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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"You're nervous." Marcus mutters, glancing over at Rory.
He's sat beside her on his own horse, Octavia blocking Rory in on the other side. Then, beside them, Atlas and Arcas are riding. Upon reading Jaha's note, and taking a moment to process what that means for someone Rory loves dearly, they'd told Abby about the change of plan. How conditions in the Mountain had shifted meaning Clarke was staying put. Abby had, obviously, welcomed the change of circumstance. Rory and Marcus had said their goodbyes to the woman, Rory setting out precise instructions of what she needed Abby to do whilst she was gone. Once this was done, they all headed outside and were greeted with the site of Camp bustling with life. The open space between Alpha station and the main gates was full of people and horses, Indra having collected additional horses from the Trikru base so every single person in the convoy would be able to ride.
As soon as Rory and Marcus arrived, everyone climbed on top their horses and started to fall into line. The Trikru representatives fell to the back of the pack, allowing Rory and Skaikru to take the lead. And, that's where she is now, leading the convoy through the woods, a few hours from the TonDC city limits.
"What? No, no I'm fine." She stutters, dismissing him straight away. "I don't get nervous."
"Marcus is correct, Skaiplana." Atlas chimes in, backing Marcus up much to Rory's annoyance. "You care for the Hainofa, it's understandable you'd be nervous to meet the people the Azplana has sent as her representatives."
Rory lets out a huff and shrugs her shoulders dismissively. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't care for Roan."
"Of course you don't, Skaiplana." Arcas muses, a smirk on his face. He earns himself a glare from Rory for that which amuses him greatly.
"So," she says, moving the conversation onto more pressing matters than her relationship with the Prince, "Nia won't be there?"
"I'd be greatly surprised if she was." Atlas tells her, Arcas nodding his head in agreement. "For something like this, she would be more inclined to send representatives to speak on her behalf. Every-time she leaves the safety and security of Azgeda, she puts herself at risk. A war council meeting bringing all the clans together in one place is one of the riskiest things in the world."
"I just, I want to know what I should be expecting when we go in there." She admits, biting her lip. "Skaikru, we're outsiders and the only thing anyone knows about me is that I murdered a bunch of Trikru warriors after I fell from the sky. On top of all that, my people are locked inside a Mountain and are being periodically removed from their dorms and killed for their bone marrow. Bellamy's in there with them trying to destroy the Mountain from the inside out without being found because if he is, he will be murdered. The only hope I have of getting my people and Bellamy to safety is my alliance with Lexa and her coalition but it's already strained because she's-"
"In love with you," Atlas cuts her off. She snaps her mouth shut and nods her head in confirmation, whilst he looks over at her. He tilts his head slightly to the side, "but your heart belongs elsewhere. Somewhere that I don't think even you are sure of yet."
