Meave let herself fall back onto the bed, not even bothering to undress herself or make the bed as she stared at the ceiling.
She just laid there, emotionless and dead inside as she worried about the king's survival.
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"GET OFF OF ME!!"
Meave could feel a set of hands wrap around her ankles and wrists and was pulled her out of the large, soft bed without mercy. It angered and scared her these men didn't care about harming a sleeping woman or not and dragged her out of the room.
Why couldn't they just leave her alone? She had been through enough.
With determination Meave wrestled against whoever pulled her along until the exhaustion and grief took over and she let let them take her to wherever they needed her to be. She was too tired of the pain, the aching her heart was doing, and her fighting spirit settled down.... disappearing as soon as it appeared.
She had closed her eyes again, letting the men throw her into the prison with the rest of Skaikru and she stayed on the floor. She had no energy to even think about talking or dealing with the rest and laid there in silence on the cold, wet floor.
"Meave? Meave?! MEAVE?!" Kane tried to get the girl's attention and laid his hand on her back, only to instantly pull back his hand when she looked up. "You feel like a dead corpse." He whispered, shocked about her body temperature.
"Thanks." She spit out the words like poison and turned to her other side.
"No, Meave, listen. This isn't okay. A human being shouldn't be this cold."
"Leave me alone, Kane.... and Abby don't you fucking dare to come close and check me. I will slid your fucking throat. Both of you." She threatened calmly when she noticed Abby had already tried to reach out to her and they both quickly nodded.
She couldn't handle the hatred and grief at the moment, let alone people finding out she had something unnatural, blood as blue as the ocean and as cold as ice.... blood with many advantageous and disadvantageous. Things Roan had taught her about when she herself was lost, but now he was probably gone forever.
"He's alive...." Kane whispered. "Meave."
"What." Her head shot up, but not in an angry way. She was shocked and confused.
"The king is alive."
"How.... How is he alive?" She stuttered, tears of relieve blurring her vision.
"We saved the king after we sneaked inside to get the bullet out of his chest, but then he locked us up as a thank you." Octavia explained, frustration audible in her voice. Meave could understand the irritation, but she couldn't care at the moment.
"Thank god...." Meave mumbled to herself, ignoring the whispers in the background about why she even cared. Not everybody knew about her relationship with the king though so she just let them figure it out themselves. She was too busy wiping away the tears of relieve and joy while she sat against the wall behind her to even be able to make a comment about it.
There was only one thing.... Why did Roan let his men lock her up....? Did he feel betrayed because Ontari had died while she was there with Skaikru?

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The Azblida | The 100
FanfictionMeave Collins, The Dark Angel, was born as Finn Collins younger sister, the only exception to the one child rule. She grew up in the Mecha Station all by herself, figuring out quickly that she was a possessor of blue blood, something very rare and s...