My Warrior || Roan X OC

The four horsemen.

Ekko is out so I train with Roan today. His chest is healing nicely, but its still sensitive. I don't go easy though. Our swords clash against one another with amazing force. The blades' vibrations echo through my bones. My body arcs and bends with the rhythms Roan and I have established, a dance of danger. Blocking and dodging when called for and attacking when open. Roan fights with his strength that he knows I cant match, I fight with the speed I know he doesnt have. I slip in and out of attacks, closer and farther to Roans body, using it to my advantage. I get Roan against a wall and smirks as my sword presses softly against his throat.

"Dead." I call out.

"Not exactly." Roan grins.

Roan pushes my sword away with a bare hand and swipes my feet from beneath me. He steps close as I climb to my knees. Roan holds the blade to my throat and grins.

"I like you on your knees." He teases.

"Oh, I'm sure."

A small laugh erupts from my throat as I dare between Roans legs and wrap my legs around his waist. I pull myself up and press a dagger to his throat. Roan backs into a wall, knocking the wind from my lungs. I loosen my grip and Roan flips me over his shoulder. His sword falls against my throat softly. He quickly positions himself over me and grins as he lowers himself. His lips brush my ear, making me shiver.

"Dead." Roans voice is low and gravely, it makes me shiver.

Roan softly brushes his lips against mine, teasing me. He quickly stands and offers me his hand. I take it and he pulls me up easily. We quickly gather our belongings from the throne room and travel to Roan's room. I have become familiar with the large room, the large bed, the desks, the balcony. All of it is double the size of my room but I don't really notice that as Roans skin meets mine. He is warm, and soft, and gentle yet harsh. His hands caress my waist and hold my neck. His lips travel over my body with hunger, as though he is an animal searching for food. It is a dance as our bodies sway and bend together, as one.

Roan finishes with a trail of kisses resting at my mouth. I smile against his lips as his hands roam. A thud sounds and Roan crouches over me protectively. He turns to me and grabs a sword from beneath his bed. He holds a fur blanket to himself as he travels across the room to the origin of the noise. I quickly gather my clothes from the floor and dress. I grab my sword and circle to where Roan stands bent over his desk.

"What's wrong?" I ask, Roans head darts up and his gaze lightens.

"They stole the flame."

My stomach drops as I step closer to him. My hand rests on his tense back, rubbing circles to loosen his muscles. His fist connects with the table hard and I flinch.

"I'm sorry." I apologize.

"It's not your fault." Roan mutters darkly. "It's mine."

Roan rips himself from my grasp and begins getting dressed. I watch him carefully as he throws his fur over his shoulders.

"I'll help you find it." I offer.

"No, Octavia can help me, she killed the ambassador, she can find the thief." He hisses.

He storms from towards the door.

"Roan, stop." His pace doesn't waver.

I grab his arm and Roan whirls around to face me.

"I am your king, do not touch me!"

"Roan, what's going on in your head?" I beg for an awnser.

"Your not good for me."

"What are you talking about?"

"You make me weak, vaunerable. I can't— I cant have the people after your head more than they already are."