Unable to Deny He is Her King!

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Mikha stood on the outskirts of Polis and glanced around. She knew that this had to be fast. But she needed supplies. The bag she hid under her cloak would hold the things she needed to take. Glancing around she slipped quietly into the crowd. The movements were light and quick as she lightened a few people's bundles. A blanket. A small dagger. Dried mushrooms. The items were random. But she was building a supply in her cave and she did this once a month to keep herself from going hungry. She slipped out of the crowd and headed down the street to the next bunch of people as she tried to justify herself by thinking it was better than killing Skaikru during the cease fire. Though she was not bothered by that either. She had changed a lot since she left Azgeda at thirteen. Her spirit had been crushed by everything that had happened and she had changed a bit. Really she trusted no one.

She glanced around making sure that no one noticed her. She was about to bolt when she was done with this group as she would have what she needed. She never stayed long. She was afraid of getting caught and she knew what the punishment would be if she was caught. She prayed that Nia would not be around to see her actions or her for that matter. She could not believe that she had resorted to this. She felt like she was being watched, but she didn't see anyone. She turned and went back to her work, shrugging off her feeling. She was sure it was because she was surrounded by people and that was what was making her so uneasy. The closeness of the people was making her feel unsettled and she decided she would hurry it up so that she could get back to the safety of the forest.

The feeling seemed to get stronger and she looked around again. But still couldn't figure it out. This made her nervous and she began to snoop faster to get what she needed to she could leave. Why did she feel this way? It has never happened before.

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He roamed the city. All of this was still a lot to take in. But he had been willing to help. It all happened differently than expected, but he would not back down. He had a duty now, one he wanted to take as seriously as he could. He wanted to be a good leader for his people, but he was aware of the hardship that came with it. Roan roamed Polis the first day of his freedom. he enjoyed the breeze, the knowledge that nobody could put him into shackles anymore. And nobody can cast a king out of his kingdom. It was on the market that he noticed the thieves. He was almost willing to give them something when he noticed more than that. Scars. Artful scares adorning one of them. The kind of scars Azgeda would have. 

Once Roan would have given anything for someone, a friendly face, to help him. With food or a chance to come back to Azgeda. He didn't even necessarily want to be prince again or become king. He just wanted a home. Roan had fought for that for so long now. He had to try and pay back something he was never given in the first place. Who would take him back? He took a bit of food from one of the stalls and approach the female. He held out the food first, smiling at her. "Whatever cast you out of Azgeda, you can come home."

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It was then that she spotted the prince. She knew him. Suddenly he was holding food out to her after pardoning her, inviting her to come home. She wondered why she had heard the rumors spreading through the populace. The rumors that the queen was dead. She had always assumed that Roan had agreed to her wishes. But now she wasn't so sure. Why would he be welcoming her back to Azgeda. She was not sure how to react at first and the items that she was holding, that she had just removed from someone's pack slipped unnoticed to the ground. She was hungry. Very hungry. But all she could do was fall to her knees in respect for her new King. The memories of that fateful night that she left, still haunted her. She killed one of the queens guards because he tried to.....she was thirteen and she.....she pushed the thoughts out of her mind as she bowed her head. She worried that he may not accept her if he knew why she left. the guard had not succeeded in the attempts, but she knew that killing was wrong. She had killed one of her own people.

When she stood once more she hesitantly reached out for the food that he offered her and smiled shyly. She hadn't eaten for three days. Her clothes were ragged and dirty and her hair, though it was braided in true Azgedan fashion was hanging in strings down her back. She knew that she looked like a nomad except for her facial markings that gave her away. They were not prominent on her, as she had left before more decorations could be done. But her king would notice right away. even with the clothing that was no longer part of the Ice Nation. He one word that she dared speak was soft and grateful as she took the food offered.

" Mochof." (Thank you)

She could speak both languages as she had been taught both as a young child. But out of respect for her King she spoke the Trigedasleng. But she knew he could tell that she understood the other as she had responded to his words. Had she not, she would have been running off through the crowd, trying to hide from him, afraid that he would punish her for her wrongdoings. She took a bite of the food and slowly began to chew. She ate slowly, savoring it as she glanced around the area. It was then that the person that she last stole from noticed the items on the ground next to her. He looked a bit angry as he spoke. 'Did you take this from my pack, you little urchin?' He had not noticed the king standing beside her. She automatically let her hand fall to her knife that was strapped to her side, and stepped back fearfully. She could take him, but at what cost? Her King was standing right there, if the man were to try and attack King Roan she would have fought him off. But, he was talking directly to her. She was in a damned it you do and damned if you don't situation. Either way she answered, could cost her, her life. She glanced at the king for help on what to do. The man suddenly grabbed her wrist and asked again, yelling this time. 'DID YOU TAKE THIS OUT OF MY PACK?!"

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She fell to her knees. That was something he had not experienced yet and never even thought he would once experience in his life. He didn't want to. Kneeling was part of showing ones submission, not respect. He wanted and needed respect. If he wanted to lead Azgeda into prosperity, he needed respect not fear. So he reached for the girls arm, hand, whatever she would offer him. He didn't actually touched her, just let his hand hang in the air, an unmistakable offer. "None of that, please. I'm the king, not a god." Not the commander either. He was just as human as she was.

And just as human as the lowlife ready to attack her. He was obviously not around when Lexa had killed his mother. Roan was surprised, really. Everyone had seen it, but this one. He waited. He let the man talk first, watched the girl, watched her reaction closely. Then, without warning his hand shot out, holding him in a strong grip. "Let it go:" He demanded. He had to defend the girl. Anyone could end in poverty he knew. "Take your things and let it go." His things weren't lost after all. They were with her. Roan would not let him go against one of his people, formerly banished or not. 


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When her king grabbed the arm of the man and let him know that he was to let it go and go on his way, she relaxed slightly, but then she saw the man double up his fist and she narrowed her eyes. She knew where this was headed and she didn't like the idea of anyone swinging at Roan. She had gotten the point of not bowing to him, but she was damned if she was going to let anyone take a swing at him. So when the man pulled away and drew his arm back, she acted fast. A moment later the man lay on the ground, his eyes wide and she was putting his belongings onto his chest. "I am sorry I took your things." She had not hurt him really, but just made sure that he did not lay a hand on her king. She stepped back and finished the food that she still had in her hand. The man stood with his things in hand and glanced at her and then at Roan and then turned and stalked off. He couldn't do anything, because she didn't leave a mark on him. No one else around them seemed to be paying attention and that surprised her.

Mikha was now showing her other side. The side that was not as timid. But then, she had just received a pardon from her king. She didn't like the idea of war or killing and she had only killed one person in her whole life and that was in self defense. She had not repeated the offense. Nor would she, unless she was ordered to. She knew that he could still get after her for her actions, but she would protect him with her life if she could. The training she had received at the hand of the Azgedan guards ensured that. Sure she knew he could defend himself. But the anger that flashed through her mind when she saw that the man was going to try to hit him because of her, made her react in such a way. Glancing up at him she bit her bottom lip. "I am sorry. I....I didn't want him to strike out at you because of my actions."

She noticed the difference between him and his mother and she knew that he was kind. Nia had scared Mikha to death and she had run. She lowed her head and sighed. She wondered if she should have controlled her actions. A bit of shame hit her as she hoped that Roan would not be upset at her for stopping the man from taking a swing at him. 

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