Wanheda kom Azgeda

[Clarke Griffin]

Tripion -- Shudamin

The air grew colder with time. Clarke had stopped struggling. She was growing weaker at the pace. Even though she was out in the wild for so long, she had not actually spent the time constantly wandering so this was tiring for her. The cold seeped into her clothing, too thin for the outside. It was as if winter had lingered in this place and this was not good news for her.

"Please let me go." She whimpered again as for the first time since crossing into Azgeda territory, she saw them actually heading towards an inhabited place. It looked like a town, bigger than the trikru villages she had already seen. She knew, without Roan having to tell her, that this was it, this was their capital. This was where the Ice Queen lived, where she might meet her death.

Roan pushed her forward, almost using her body as a shield. She couldn't look behind, but he drew a hood, almost hiding himself a bit. Had she looked behind, she would have wondered if he still had to fear for his life here, since he was banished. If she had looked behind, she would have seen the answer in the concentration in his face and the glint of hope in his eyes, a hope to finally return home while he ripped that possibility away from Clarke forever.

"I have Wanheda. For our Queen." Roan said and they let him in, them technically. He had his head down as he forced her on her knees in front of something that looked like a throne. The Queen of the Ice nation. "Wanheda - as requested." Clarke shivered. She knew she had to be silent at first, to see if she truly wanted her dead.