Prisoner and Future Heda

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A cage. From a room to a cage. It was clear to him how much this woman had screwed him over. She had, apparently, made them banish him. Maybe due to what she wanted from his mother, that was what happened. He tried to get back, but he was betrayed. Roan did what Lexa asked. And he had been betrayed and punished for something he had no hand in at all. And again. Now he was no longer a royal prisoner, he was a full on prisoner behind bars, no longer treated as a prince, but as a full on prisoner, behind bars. Lucky for Roan he had lived on his survival skills out there, being confined to the cell meant he could deal with little food. What he could not deal was the resentment and anger he felt.

He felt anger and Lexa. At Wanheda for not going through with her own plan by instead of killing the honorless commander by kneeling before her. And that and his mothers betrayal once more, got him locked up. He wanted to punch his mother in the face at least. Not to mention her advisors. Bored he was currently pushing a stone around when he heard movement, ever so silent. Roan listened, not allowing himself to react in any way as he didn’t want to give it away that he was aware. A silhouette came into view, a familiar one. He knew her. “Ontari. So my mother is here then?” he asked her. That would be interesting.

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Ai laik natblida kom Azgeda! Ai laik gona, ste komba Heda raun gon Kongeda! Yu serve ai o yu wamplei! Yu sonraun laik ai sonraun!

Ontari

Ontari walked down the halls of Polis. One day this would be her's and one day soon. She knew Nia's plan. She would make a vote of no confidance, and even if one of the ambassadors didn't back her, then she would just challenge Lexa. Roan would fight. Ontari didn't question the plan. In the past few years she had come to no question anything Nia did. She obeyed. There was only obeying . . . for now. WHen she became heda then it would be Nia who obeyed. It would be everyone who obeyed.

She walked silently toward the cell, and came to a rest outside it. There she watched him, not speaking first. His deep voice graveled over to her when he finally spoke, but he didn't look at her. “Ontari. So my mother is here then?” The last time she had saw him he had kissed her, but now there was not even a hello to her. Just a question about his mother. They were not children any longer. She spoke in her own language, rather then English. "She was brought to the capital, yes. Soon she will be brought before Lexa." And soon, oh so very, very soon . . . this would all be over. Roan could go home, because Ontari would allow it. They would not bend to the will of a weak Heda.

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She was brought and will be brought. Roan smirked at that. To the guards it sounded probably exactly like that wanted it to sound, but Roan knew better. Ontari walked about freely. She was Nias favorite as she probably thought she could control the young woman. Roan knew better. She was her own woman, but more importantly: She learned loyalty straight from Nia. Loyalty was a fragile construct with Nia. He wondered if she realized what she had taught her. Probably not. He knew, from the way she stood there, from her words, that they had a plan. What was she playing here? Being a handmaiden? Maybe a friend, but she was not in custody like his mother.

Roan however knew that the walls down here had ears, ears which probably reported straight back to Lexa or whoever paid them. He was not about to be caught revealing a plan, when this might be his only chance of getting home, which had been his singular motivation for quite some while now. “For what she did in the mountain?” He questioned. Roan got up to go to the bars. Placing both hands on them, he looked down at the young woman. If anything she had grown more gorgeous. “How are you… handmaiden Ontari? Now that your queen might be slain.” He had no idea as what she was here, but he had to guess she was perhaps here as his mothers handmaiden even though it was the opposite of befitting to her. She was no mere handmaiden, she was to be the ruler of the thirteen clans. Soon enough. Had he succeeded in killing Lexa, she would have been that already.

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