The Azblida | The 100

~Another Universe~

"Come on, Meave. Let's think about that man inside of the rover, okay?" She laughed at him and elbowed him playfully before they both jumped into the rover and left Arkadia behind to find their way to Polis and even maybe to the handsome Roan.

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[Prince Roan]

After Lexa broke the deal where Roan's banishment would be lifted as a payment on the bounty, Roan had to find someone who could get close to Lexa again to carry out his new plan, but unfortunately the only one he knew was able to do such a thing was Wanheda herself.

Freshened up, Azgeda's prince was escorted to the balcony where Wanheda was supposed to be.

Roan honestly already had enough of all the attention he received from all the people and the lack of privacy too, but he sadly couldn't change it now he was a prisoner in Polis just as Wanheda was.

Slowly, he made his way up the stairs once he arrived there and already felt all the hatred Wanheda held towards him at the top of the stairs grow stronger once she saw him.

"Well, if it isn't the Prince of Azgeda."

"Don't be fooled. I'm a prisoner here, same as you." She closed her eyes to take in a deep breath and looked back up at him, frustrated about how self controlled he was when he reacted at her sarcasm.

"You're the reason I'm a prisoner here." She hissed and the man shook his head, trying to stay calm.

He was here to 'help' her, not to feed the wrath and hatred she had against him.

"Relax, Wanheda. I'm here to help you."

"Sure you are" She scoffed and Roan sighed.

"Commander promised to lift the banishment if I delivered you safely. She broke our deal. I'm willing to strike a new one with you, so that we can both go home." He had lowered his voice even more to sound more relaxed while he leaned onto the railing of the balcony they stood on, examining the market at the bottom floor.

"I'm already going home."

"Then you won't have a chance to get what you really want."

Secretly there was more to it than that he let her know because it wasn't just something Wanheda wanted, but also something what he wanted.

The Azblida was definitely from Skaikru, she had told him that back a long time ago, and if he no longer suffered from the banishment and everything that came with it, he could have a high chance that he would see the girl again.

Roan felt like something was wrong with him because never before had anyone been running this long through his head, but here he was.

Hopefully she survived.

"What would you know about what I want?" The prince really had to control his temper at how stubbornly and defensively she commented on everything he said and he rolled his eyes unobtrusively before staring sternly at her again.

"I saw the look on your face when I took that hood off. You want revenge." She looked away with a too serious look on her face, clearly thinking about the offer while he in the meantime glanced back at the streets of Polis, him waiting for her to answer.

"You want to kill her?" She quietly questioned and he just nodded, not giving away everything just yet. Roan needed to make her more interested in the offer so she would at least consider it. "So kill her."

"You can get close, I can't. You'll find a knife under your bed when you return to your room. I've already bought enough of the guards to get you out of here. If you do this, Azgeda will take control of the coalition. And you'll find a strong and grateful ally in the Ice Queen." He would've gladly done it already, but the only thing that stopped him was the question: What if the Azblida had any close connection with Lexa? He would've probably scared her away, but he knew the reason gave away a vulnerable side of him, so he took advantage of his guards and used them as an example. Besides, what he told her wasn't exactly a lie either. Even if he wished to get close to Lexa, he couldn't because of the guards who surrounded him all the time.

"And why should I trust her?" It seemed as if Clarke was fighting her desire to take the offer if it meant that it would help her people, but she still preferred the side of Lexa over his. "From what I hear, she's worse than Lexa-...."

"That's because you've been talking to Lexa. Look. We're all trying to do what's right for our people. This is what's right for yours."

Deep in Wanheda's eyes, Roan could see she was considering it and that was enough for him to leave her alone.

Giving her a nod, he walked back down the stairs to the market.... the place where Skaikru first had to walk through to get to Clarke.

Roan had recklessly asked if he could wait outside the tower and after enjoying the warmth of the sun for about an hour he suddenly spotted the leader of Skaikru approaching the tower with another man in uniform. The man offered the symbol of their people to someone from Trikru and Roan was surprised at how fast people could be persuaded to accept it.

He rolled his eyes at it and then his eyes finally landed on her....

The Azblida.

The prince watched her from head to toe.

Her hair was the perfect color to make her dark hazel eyes stand out even more than they did back in the cave and her smile shone like the winter's morning sun. Her clothes were tightly wrapped around her figure and her curves were visible for the world to see, but that wasn't even the best thing he surveyed. Seeing her laugh was the cutest thing ever and it also confirmed she had healed which made him feel grateful and most of all relieved.

With his head in another universe, his shoulder was softly tapped by one of his guards to stop him from staring. "Prince Roan. You memorize a Skaikru?"

"No... but it's a pity she's from Skaikru, she looks like someone who could have originally come from Azgeda." The guard nodded in agreement and then he let the prince know he had to leave.

Together they walked through a few corridors into the elevator that led to the top floor of the tower of Polis and he safely got back to his room, leaving the sweet woman behind.

Once the door was closed behind him with a loud noise, he was finally alone from all the attention and guards and inhaled deeply.

It was hard not to say anything to her, but in the state that he was currently in, what title he had that she knew nothing about, it was too much of a risk to endanger her for it.

Roan ran his fingers across the fur-covered bed, then walked to the glass door that led to his balcony to open it.

With a sigh he examined the market that was running out over time and then sat down.

There was no sign of Skaikru anymore and he closed his blue eyes in disappointment.

When it's time, he would run into her again.

It would be best if she was alone next time, not to be accused of being from another crew by her people since he knew they hated his and his theirs, but it wouldn't stop him from meeting her if she's willing to see him again.