#kingroan

“Weron don klark ge em fayogon?“ 

Madi had never witnessed a gun before she had met Clarke. She  understood that the gun seemed to be the weapon of her people, but  she didn’t know much about it. To Madi, it seemed Clarke loved her gun though since Madi frequently watched as Clarke engraved the names of  unknown people into it. 

She wanted to know more, so she approached Roan. He seemed  knowledgeable about Clarke, and Madi was more familiar with the  ice nation price and his story of exile. 

“Hakom em teik emo tag in kom kru ona em.”

At the same time, she hoped that she wasn’t interrupting him.  Madi  was purely curious, and had finally finished with Clarke’s daily lessons,  so she may have seemed a little too eager with her questions. 

Lexa had always been skilled in hiding her true emotions. It was the great task of a warrior and commander. Put her people before herself. Anya used to tell her to only ever portray strength and mercy on the surface. And so Lexa swallowed and crushed any doubt or regret she ever felt. But then Clarke had entered her life. This angel from above that had ignited feelings Lexa never knew she could have. Love is weakness.  The kiss had been brief on Roan’s cheek. A peck. But Lexa remained close to him. Viridescent green hues searching his.