For Justice

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Bellamy Blake

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Roan didn’t trust Lexa. Least of all he trusted her to bring skaikru justice, because why should she ever do that? After what she initially disguised as justice for skaikru failed in appeasing them, he decided to no longer go by her rules, not in this. It was his clan, his kingdom, his own mother that wronged them and they deserved justice. With the knowledge acquired in Polis and the knowledge Roan found in his capital he had three people arrested and put away before he made his way to Arkadia. 

Roan was fully expecting hostility towards him as he steered his horse towards the gate, he did not expect his stallion to full on shy away from Arkadia so that he essentially had to force him towards the gate. With his escorts and those holding the prisoners, he stopped. Roan personally got down from his horse and walked up to the guards of Arkadia, having their weapons trained on him. “I am Roan kom Azgeda. I have come to speak to one of your people. He goes by the name of Bellamy Blake. Please tell him we are here. If it’s better for your people, we would of course put down our weapons, save for those holding the prisoners.”

[Bellamy Blake]

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whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Things had been incredibly intense with the Grounders. Which was why when they saw them approaching from the watch towers, all guards were raised. Weapons were aimed in their direction. Bellamy watched from one of them, looking through the lens at the man who seemed to lead them. The all too familiar Grounder. He quickly briefed Pike on his short history with the male; having been the one he'd encountered when lokoing for Clarke. He didn't hold the physical injury against him, but it did show that the Groudner was a threat to their people. Just like they all kept proving to be. When he spoke however, enough curiosity was peaked in Bellamy to find out what the hell he wanted.

Without hesitation, he climbed down from the tower and made his way to the gates, demanding that they be opened. They had guards aimed and ready to fire should they make a move toward him. Which, was the expected behavior. He didn't trust them. None of them. Once the gates opened to reveal him, Bellamy immediately had his weapon raised, aimed at the head of the familiar Grounder. "Throw your weapons out in front of you," Bellamy demanded, not moving any closer as he expectantly waited for him to comply and created a pile of their weapons. With his rifle pointed at the Grounder, Bellamy's eyes briefly glanced toward the prisoners they had seemed to bring with them.

"All weapons," he demanded. Including the ones that were holding the prisoners. Besides, they had their own weapons pointed at the enemies. Should this not result in a civil conversation which . . . again, was expected behavior from this group of people. "Do it. Then we can talk." Just as they were forced to abandon their weapons in Polis, Bellamy now forced them to do the same. They sought them out. This clearly was something of import. Or perhaps a trap. Bellamy wasn't willing to take that risk by allowing them to remain armed.

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Roan was in no way surprised. After everything he could not blame the man for demanding to disarm and he had offered. That he wanted his men to disarm, too was something else entirely.  But he would do as they wished. He knew what they could do with those weapons, but more importantly: This was about them, about justice they deserved and where denied by the rights of the Grounders. They were wronged, but nothing had been done to give them justice. Roan had no idea how anyone could justify not giving them the justice they deserved. And so Roan motioned to his men to put down their weapon. It was hard for the guards to do so without letting go of the prisoners, but they managed it. Roan himself had quite a few weapons to uncover. Once they were on the ground before him, he looked this Bellamy in the eyes again. This was a man Wanheda trusted. He hoped she was right in doing so. He hoped he would understand that this was a gesture of good intentions to begin his reign with promising signs for skaikru. He had no interest in war like this, a war for no reason. He wanted peace and prosperity for his people. That did not happen over war.  

He dared to offer a smile, it was a subtle one, hoping to show he was not here to mean harm to them. "I am not here as your enemy." He began. "My mother, Queen Nia of Azgeda is dead. Which makes me king of Azgeda now. She has been killed in a coup by Lexa, which denied you the justice she should have given you." Roan explained. He knew it would probably take a long, long time for their people to build up even a semblance of trust. But healing always had to start with something. The first step had to be taken and he was willing to be the one taking it. "She continued to reinforce your position as thirteenth clan, but yet denied you the right to exact justice on my mother, the woman who planned the attack on your people. Blood must have blood. Thirteenth clan or not, you have been wronged. I am sick of the commander overruling our law." It was daring, it was treason at best, high treason usually. He couldn't care. "I want what's best for my people. What's best for my people is to seek peace and with that prosperity and strength. After what has been done to your people you have no reason to seek peace with Azgeda. So I am here to make a step towards you." Roan pointed to the prisoners. "This is Karl Emerson, the last mountain man. He gave my mother the information he needed to destroy the mountain. He encouraged her attack. Those two are warriors encouraging the plan as well. One of them was there as a back up of the other assassin, volunteering to finish the job, should the first fail. I can not give you my mother, but those are her direct accomplices." He motioned for the guards to bring them forward, to make them kneel in front of Bellamy. "Judge them as your law sees fit."


Bellamy Blake