Winwolfa (A Roan x Female OC Fanfic)

Chapter 44

Astrid hated that every time she returned to Arkadia was under a life-or-death situation. Painful memories always flooded her mind once she walked through those arches. Some from the sky, some from the ground. Still, it killed her that she'd have to add a new one: Ilian carrying Octavia's limp body.

They had crossed paths on their way to Arkadia. Astrid had gotten too weak from her own blood loss and exhaustion to keep Octavia positioned on the horse, and together, the two crumbled into the ground. It was Ilian who offered to carry the unconscious Octavia while Astrid slumped against the horse. Thank the Gods they were close, or else she'd fear Octavia wouldn't make it.

"Astrid." Clarke's voice called out to her while performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation, "Who is he? How did this happen to her?"

"Ilian kom Trishanakru." Ilian answered for himself, but Astrid was quick to take over the conversation.

"We were running with a message."

"What message?" Niylah asked for Clarke, who was currently breathing life back into Octavia. Astrid hadn't realized she never met Niylah unless under the guise of Freya.

"The King and the Azgeda army are marching on Arkadia." Astrid watched Octavia roll awake, mumbling the same warning. Quickly, they transferred her to the stretcher and took her to the medical bay. It wasn't until Clarke mentioned Kane that she chimed Astrid again.

"Roan has Kane and Bellamy as hostages. There's no point in trying to radio them."

"Okay... Okay... We'll have to work around it." Immediately, Clarke started barking orders to Harper and the rest of the people standing around to prepare for the attack. They scattered like mice. Astrid was about to follow the train of people to medial bay when a hand on her wounded bicep halted her.

"Why is the Queen of Azgeda warning Skaikru against her own army?" His words were sharp, but Astrid remained calm.

"I may be the Queen, but I am still a warrior." That calmness in her voice startled Ilian, "And warriors will always fight for what they believe in, even if that makes them a heretic."

"Even against the King?"

"Even against my husband." It wasn't the title she had given him, but the infliction in her voice that alerted Ilian to the troubled position she was put in. More people rushed to med bay, and Astrid was eager to see the dire condition of her friend. She spun on her heels making her way to follow them but stopped briefly to turn back to Ilian.

"She'll be okay. I'll let you know when she's better."

Astrid stayed beside Octavia the entire time while Clarke sewed the sutures. She fought against the fatigue that threatened to drag her to sleep. When she was finished, she even offered to fix the gash along Astrid's arm, but she firmly denied. There were more pressing issues than a measly cut. And despite Clarke's pleas for Astrid to join her in the navigation room, Astrid stayed beside Octavia's side. Partially to be there when her friend woke, but another part refused to participate in an act that would kill people she knew. People she loved.

It felt like hours had passed, and Octavia still hadn't woken. Not even a wink of sleep during that entire time. Though, the thick jacket offered from one of the guards helped keep her warm. Worry pulsated through her body, especially with the concerned look on Clarke's face when she walked through the door. Though, she looked perturbed for an entirely different reason.

"What is it?" Astrid questioned stoically while keeping her eyes on the slumbering body beside her.

"I need your help."

"Well, that's a first." Astrid chuckled lightly before giving her full attention to Clarke. "If you're going to ask me how to kill my people, then you've come to the wrong place."