Post by King Roan on Dec 22, 2019 5:34:56 GMT
Roan
tell the wolves i'm home
Roan sat on the chair, his eyes closed as he rested without sleeping in the room that he was being held in. While not a prison cell it was was a well guard room with only one exit. No use trying to escape. Since he knew that he would end up fighting soon, he was trying to rest as he could to gain the strength he would need to fight Lexa.
His mother had voluntold him to fight for his people. She knew he would. Roan would obey, as he always did. Clarke was going to try to kill Nia. He didn't enjoy the idea of killing his mother but the feeling was minor. His mother was ruthless, and cunning. The only thing that was getting her was war. A war his people would pay the price for.
Hearing the door open Roan opened his eyes without lifting his head from the wall. Nia walked in and he took a measured breath to ready himself for what she would say. Had Clarke exposed him? Roan's outward appearance was calm and still, but inward he was trying to figure out what was happening. "Mother," he said in an flat tone, choosing to speak English. Only warriors spoke the language, and every time he spoke to her it felt like a war. It was fitting.
His mother had voluntold him to fight for his people. She knew he would. Roan would obey, as he always did. Clarke was going to try to kill Nia. He didn't enjoy the idea of killing his mother but the feeling was minor. His mother was ruthless, and cunning. The only thing that was getting her was war. A war his people would pay the price for.
Hearing the door open Roan opened his eyes without lifting his head from the wall. Nia walked in and he took a measured breath to ready himself for what she would say. Had Clarke exposed him? Roan's outward appearance was calm and still, but inward he was trying to figure out what was happening. "Mother," he said in an flat tone, choosing to speak English. Only warriors spoke the language, and every time he spoke to her it felt like a war. It was fitting.
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