The 100 Imagines/OneShot

Roan: I Want Her Part Three

The next morning, Roan nudged you wake. You open your eyes to see he's dressed and has already packed everything up.

"Its time to go." He says oddly stern like. You nod and shuffle out of bed, following him outside. He helps you up on the horse like before and gets on behind you. Minutes later you're off and heading closer to "home".

"So..." You say, breaking the silence after a while of riding. "What happens when we get there?"

"Firstly, we will get you cleaned up. Then you have dinner with our Queen." He says, his voice remaining hard and distant. He hasn't spoken to you like this the entire trip, it concerns you. If he stops showing even the slightest affection toward you, you may as well be killed now.

"Did I...Do something?" You ask, turning your head back to look at him. His eyes remain ahead of you, refusing to look at you. He remains quiet, effectively ignoring your question. A small spark of fear lights in you, you go quiet. The rest of the ride, and the ride was torturously long, was quiet. He never looked at you, or evidently forced himself to not touch you. Your worry had grown from a spark to a forest fire, maybe you weren't going to survive this after all. Eventually, your horses arrive at a beautiful mansion high up in the mountains, overlooking everything. It looked old, Victorian style, with ice dripping off of every edge. It was truly beautiful, it took your breath away. You stared at it, at all the snow and ice, completely transfixed. You feel a tug on your arm and you see Roan standing on the ground, you slid off the horse and stand next to him. In a desperate attempt to regain his positive attention, you gently slip your hand into his. He makes no reaction but he doesn't pull away, together you walk hand in hand up to the massive doors.

"Oh my god..." You whisper, the inside of the place was even more breathtaking then the outside. Everything was so shiny and polished, marble making up most of the mansion. The walls held a few fur decorations, but other than that they were bare. On the ceiling held a beautiful ice like chandelier, dripping frozen jewels. White burning candles sat in it, dripping white wax down and adding to the aesthetic. A huge double stairway stood directly in front of you that was crystal clear like the chandelier, making it look like it was literally made of ice. Not waiting any longer, Roan tugged on your hand toward the stairs. At the top, the second floor was just as beautifully decorated. Your wide eyes took in everything, like a child at a zoo. Roan pulled you along down a hall way, and into a room.

The walls were made of marble, all the furniture was made of a deep colored wood. On the bed laid fur blankets, inviting your tired body in.

"Bathe," Roan pointed to a door, assumedly the bathroom "Get dressed" He then pointed to the wooden wardrobe "I'll be waiting outside." With that he turned to leave, but you caught his arm.

"Did I do something to upset you?" You ask quietly, looking away from his eyes. He stays quiet for a while before speaking firmly.

"Why were you crying last night?"

"I...Um..."

"Why don't you want to be here with me? Do you really hate me that much, that the thought of being with me makes you cry?" His voice lost all malice, but is instead sad and soft. You look up at him and see a pain in his eyes staring down at you. You look away again, shamed.

"Im afraid, Roan." You whisper. His hand raises up and touches you face as if you were glass, he pulls your head gently making you look at him.

"There is nothing to be afraid of, darling."

"What if...What if you get tired of me, what happens then? Are you going to kill me?" You ask, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes.

"My Princess." He whispers softly, cupping your face with both of his hands.

"I would never hurt you, and I will never ever let anyone harm you." His voice is so genuine, for the first time since you left camp you truly relaxed.

"I'm trusting you, Roan. I trust you."

"Good, your trust means a lot to me Y/n." He says with a smile, stepping back. You let go of his wrist and turn heading for the bathroom, a smile painted on your face. Maybe, just maybe, you could actually get used to being here. And maybe just maybe, you could see yourself being a princess of The Ice Nation.