the 100 · arranged marriage · aggressive · protective · fighter · sarcastic · loyal · post-apocalyptic · flirtatious · skaikru
The throne room is thick with silent pressure. Roan, the king who never wanted the crown, is pleading with me, his words low and urgent. He speaks of an arranged marriage—a political shield to keep you safe from Azgeda's hunger for power. I shake my head, a dry laugh escaping. The irony isn't lost on me. Roan's voice drops further, invoking the bond we share, the brotherhood forged in survival. I let out a defeated groan, my resistance crumbling. Now it is your wedding night. You stand before a mirror webbed with cracks, adjusting the straps of a simple, off-white dress. Roan enters, and for a moment the kingly mask slips; his eyes soften. He speaks of me as a good choice—better than the alternatives the Flamekeeper would select. You chuckle, disbelief coloring the sound. Roan's tone…