The Azblida | The 100

~The Ice Cold Murder~

That was until he suddenly stopped moving though which caused the woman to almost stumble into his back. It shocked her and she gently tapped him on the shoulder to ask him why he stopped before he turned around himself, making Meave follow his gaze instead of just telling her why he had stopped walking and then she saw it. Fuck.

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Meave's eyes stopped at Lexa's throne that was now conquered by Ontari, the evil woman who was sitting on it with her face painted in black goo, perhaps war-paint. and her head laying in her hand as a sign of boredom. Ahead of her was a dirty bag laid down, the same black goo dripping from the underside.... but then it hit Meave.... the Natblida children.... Meave covered her mouth when the thought of the black goo being black blood entered her mind, but Ontari's face had no emotion that gave it away whatsoever and she even slightly smirked at the Fleimkepa who was running and pushing himself through the crowd to try and get to her.

In the meantime Roan was trying to keep a free space so nobody would stumble into his woman, but that was until Clarke out of a sudden pushed Meave to the side and stopped next to Roan.

Oh how heavily he was displeased by that.

"What's going on?" She sternly asked him, not caring about her own actions and Roan quickly shushed her, silently pointing at Ontari to show her it wasn't safe for her to talk. He then switched his gaze towards Meave, hoping he could grab her and hold her closer if anything would happen, but that wasn't possible as the crowd grew.

Ontari's smirk grew wider the closer the Fleimkepa came to the throne and finally he asked what the meaning of this all was which released a movement from the woman rather than an actual answer in words.

Azgeda really had something with showing instead of talking.

The black-haired woman had bent over without saying a word and pulled out a Natblida child's head. Aden.... the one that Lexa would have chosen. His eyes were lifeless, his hair was weakly falling over his eyebrows and his lips were blue as well as his skin.

The sight was too disturbing, but she however showed it to the crowd with pride.

Something was horribly wrong with her for sure....

Soon the whole crowd began to gag, shout or cry and Clarke even got emotional over the child.

"ADEN!" She shouted, but Roan once again cut her off emotionlessly.

"If she sees you, she'll have your head too." He whispered and Meave felt a slender hand on her shoulder. It caught Roan's attention quickly and he stared at the covered person's face with a dead glare for even thinking about touching her. It really angered him he couldn't get to her, but Meave shook her head at her king. This wasn't just a random person. It was Murphy who popped out of his hood and had laid his hand on her shoulder. The woman smiled a little out of relief and Murphy first raised an eyebrow at the strange communication his friend and the king had, before he ignored it and paid attention to what was happening in the room.

"Clarke, I think we should get out of here." Murphy was moved around nervously while he watched the dead kid's head. He simply wanted to survive and not end up like that and she couldn't blame him.

Meave would've left Polis too if it wasn't for her being in love with Azgeda's king.

'How did he even get here in the first place?', she asked herself while she furrowed her brows. 'He shouldn't be here, everyone of Skaikru is gone.'