Refuge

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I AM NOT A DESERTER I FOUGHT AND LIVED FOR LOVE tagged ash

Andromeda had known years of suffering. She had seen everything from the seas of the Floukru to the wastes of the dead zone. After living in exile after her Chief and lover discovered minute deformities, she was sentenced to a life of fleeing. Sometimes, she was alone and needed to survive in the most hostile environments. Other times she was able to find friends. Most of these friends were nothing and nobody, but one was now a king. When she found Roan he was nothing but a dried out living corpse in the wastelands. She built a shelter around him, fed him, gave him water... at the time she didn't know who he was, only that he was dying and that she could help him. Despite the stories that had circled back to her people about her being a monster, she refused to let those words take route.

Now, Andromeda traveled north on a stolen horse with nothing but a cloak around her shoulders. She was a two days ride from Polis which was terrifying enough. Rumors of the silver haired abomination were everywhere. Her past lover made sure of that. Silly how a misshapen ear and a lump on the back of her neck had turned her into a hunched back creature. Of course, they always had a way of exaggerating these stories. Roan never judged her though... Not once. So now, she rode to the closest Azgeda village, knowing that it was here she would find him... She hoped that their history still meant something to him. However short the romance was, it was still something that Andromeda held dear. She dismounted and pulled her cloak tighter around herself as she tied the horse to a post.

"I am looking for King Roan," she called out nervously. She made sure to keep her hair hidden under her hood. "Where can I find him?" Her eyes moved from face to face... She'd never been so close to Azgeda before. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't terrified.

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Political games were never of Roans interest, but he had to play now, being the king. His advisors angered him to no end. Several warriors did, too and he was tempted to just have them executed, but what message would that bring to his people? He could not begin with this. He had to begin with securing Azgeda in a way his mother never bothered. Azgeda was powerful and ruthless. They had Ontari, the future commander. But all of that did not secure futures. Futures were secured through peace and treaties, which was why he hadn’t slept since becoming the king, in part also due to grieving. She had wronged him, but Nia had still been his mother. And now she was gone. In the end, now was the time he knew he would never see her again. He expected to never see a lot of people again. How wrong he was just about to be proven.

When someone told him there was someone to see him, Roan asked them to bring the visitor in. He was behind a desk, a map spread out before him, figures being moved by Roan to aid his thinking process. As they brought in his visitor a gasp could be heard. He immediately waved at the guards. “Leave us. She means no harm.” He was sure of that at least. And even if, he could take her, if he wanted to. As the guards were outside, he looked at her. “Daring, I must say. You’re lucky they’re more concerned about skaikru than anything else right now. Sit, please. What brings you here, Andromeda?”

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I AM NOT A DESERTER I FOUGHT AND LIVED FOR LOVE tagged ash

She was escorted to the king rather quickly, much to her surprise. Though she couldn't help smiling a little when he so quickly dismissed any threat she held. As the guards left, Andromeda looked over the man who sat before her and walked towards the desk. "You've done well for yourself," she noted as she sat in a chair before him. Her eyes trailed over the interior curiously, finding it very different when compared to Floukru land. "Daring? I could have gotten myself out of trouble if any threat arose. You don't have enough faith in me as a warrior, Roan." Her size and delicate appearance certainly didn't help. She tugged her hood down and folded her hands; resting them on his desk. "I need your help," she didn't waste time with more flattery or give him any time to adjust to her being here. She was here for a reason, and she hoped that he cared enough for their history that he would help her.

"The twelve clans are crawling through every habitable plot of land there is," With the commands given to them, they had united as an army ready to attack. Travelling was no longer safe no matter where she went. They were hunting Skaikru, but Andromeda wasn't a friendly face. She was banished to the Deadzone with all the other mutations. They called it the deadzone for a reason though. She was never going back there. "I'm not safe... I don't have anywhere to go. I'm asking for refuge." She sat up straight and met his eyes cautiously, knowing that in some cases it was a lot of ask. There were not many Floukru outcasts. Their leader was too kind- but her cheif was the one who cast her out. "I need your protection, Roan. If you'll allow me to work for it, I can-- as a warrior under your banners or in other ways." She'd never been anything but a fighter, but she could learn other trades if needed. "I wouldn't come to you if I had any other choice."

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