Only The Strong Survive

[King Roan]

Roan

tell the wolves i'm home

A year ago a group of clueless kids landed on the ground from the sky and began a war with Azgeda. A few months after they landed the whole space ship landed with hundreds of them. After a long fight, they were working towards peace now. Peace wasn't something that Azgeda believed in, but they knew some wars wouldn't be won without the cost being too great. Could they take Skaikru? Yes but it would cost them more men then it would be worth. It would make Azgeda weak. So in effort to stay strong they would accept the bonding of two nations. One that would would make them stronger then any of the other nations near by. The commander's collation wouldn't be able to come into Azgeda now, and Azgeda would be free.

Roan's mother was dangerous, and while she might have a plan to still win a war with Skaikru, Roan would hold honor in the promises made. He was not going to be his mother when he was a ruler, he would be powerful without losing his honor. Honor was something deathly important to his people and his mother had long since forgotten it. She valued power over honor. It made her feared, and strong.

One such promise was bonding through a union to connect the two nations. Nia didn't like this part but defying the tradition would loose her some of the respect of the people, and after the failure to take Skaikru, she needed to be seen as in control now more then ever. Which brought Skaikru to the Azgeda palace today. They were hear to seal the bargain. He imagined that they had not enjoyed the talks over which one of them would do it. They were offering a blonde, one of their leaders from the first ship they had dropped. She was standing there commanding and he knew she would fit in. However, if he was going to spend the rest of his days with someone, he was going to make sure he got something out of it too. "Not that one," he spoke in a low rumble, before turning his eyes over to the other leader from the first ship. The tall man who stood beside the girl that resembled him. "That one." No nod, no pointing. His eyes would be enough. If they wanted peace, they would give the prince him.

: Bellamy Blake :

ELL

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: King Roan

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy didn't like this. Not one bit. It felt as if they were one of those ancient civilizations: striking an alliance of marriage for the sake of politics. And here he thought they were more of a . . . progressive civilization. Then again, the Grounders were clearly more primitive. He still hated it though. Hated that they were offering Clarke for peace. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. Yet, he had no say in it. He simply had to stand there and watch it happen. But the events took an unexpected turn. To, well his people's surprise, Roan rejected the proposal. Instead, his eyes went to the ground and landed on . . . oh HELL no.

Bellamy didn't even look at Octavia when he saw Roan's eyes land on her. He was already standing with his arms folded across his chest in disagreement to this whole thing, but that feel just grew substantially. He uncrossed his arms and protectively stepped in front of Octavia to break the eye contact the Grounder had on her. "Not an option," he bluntly stated. He could practically feel Kane's eyes on him; he could practically hear the man's voice telling him to calm down. But Bellamy lacked self control and rationality when it came to his sister. He'd kill the man before letting him lay a single finger on her. And that went for anyone else who even tried to make this into an actual deal.