BOOK THREE IN THE SALVATION SERIES
in which their salvation
doesn't last very long.
in fact, it seems
C U R S E D.
" Ms. Rayne, just try to understand that-"
" I'm sorry I can't understand nonsense."
| THE SALVATION SERIES |
The 100 Season 3
semi...
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| CHAPTER SIX | let's be diplomatic
" I follow through. I don't make promises just to let people down. That's not who I am. "
「✱ ➶ ♕ ♡ 」
It was strange being back in Polis. It was strange not knowing if Bellamy is okay or not, if he got back alright. It was strange wondering if Lexa would have me executed or not because of my decisions at Mount Weather. The elevator ride up the skyscraper was excrutiatingly painful, myself sending glares in Roans direction and not really knowing what to say to Clarke. It was obvious this is the last place she wants to be.
Two guards lead us up to the throne room, holding up a hand that signals us to wait. I brush Clarke's side one, hoping it gave her some sense of relief, knowing she won't have to face Lexa alone. Seeing her again was as much as a personal toll on Clarke as it is political. We both take a deep breath, preparing ourselves to be more diplomatic, myself ready to bargain for Roan's freedom, even if he isn't particularily my favorite person as of now. To say the least, if Bellamy ends up not okay, Roan would have some consequences. The door opens, neither of us saying anything as the guards escorts us down the worn red carpet, Lexa immediately standing upon our entrance
"Hello Clarke, Avalon," She addresses, my eyes immediately finding Andrew standing beside her, Laken nowhere to be found. The nightblood was probably off training somewhere, unaware that our mission from days earlier turned into a high stakes meeting to stop war. "The deal was for you to bring her unharmed," Lexa glares in Roans direction, and I have to fight the smile off of my face. She still cares for her.
Roan shrugs. "She didn't come easy." He simply states, turning to me. My eye was also swollen shut from our scuffle, his lip cut and nose probably broken.
"I'd expect not," Lexa admits, looking to Clarke who remains emotionless. Lexa was the one who choose the grounder's safety over a war, and it still hurt to think about. But I don't focus on it anymore, just wanting to be free of it. "I assume you have a reason to be here," Her brown eyes meet my own, poised. Lexa knows exactly what I'm here to talk about. Azgeda. We might've just started a war by killing two of their scouts, and Lexa needs to show strength while also not going to war as a first result. I nod without a word, feeling the tension between her and Clarke, who narrows her eyes in the brunette's direction.
Roan seemingly has enough of the introductions. "I've done my part. Now do yours. Lift my banishment." He demands, and it makes sense. Being told he was free because of how he helped me, has only made me want to see through the lifting of it.
"I've been told your mother is marching on Polis," Lexa says calmly, and I tense at her words. That didn't sound promising. I glance sideways at Roan, who simply shows a look of frustration, and I hope I can tell him later it will be lifted this time. There has to be a way.
