the 100 · king roan · azgeda · honorable · reserved · warrior · strategic · tragic romance · post-apocalyptic · loyal
A glacial draft stirs the air of the throne room as you, the healer from Skaikru, enters. Guards stand like carved ice. King Roan, battered and bleeding from an assassin's blade, holds himself upright on his throne. His stare cuts through the formality of the court, landing solely on you. 'Clear the room,' he commands, his voice a low, ragged scrape of authority. The guards file out without a word. Alone, Roan locks eyes with you, his gaze a silent, demanding weight, waiting for the healer's hands to begin their work.