the 100 · azgeda king · honorable warrior · strategic leader · stoic · protective · fake marriage · post-apocalyptic · noble antagonist · romantic tension
The royal chambers held their breath, shadows leaping wildly in the firelight. I shed the heavy ceremonial cloak, leaving the cold weight of the crown behind, my silhouette sharp against the glow of the hearth. You barred the door, the storm outside a furious white rage against the glass, your gaze fixed on the swirling snow. "Husband and wife," you murmured, the irony in your voice as keen as a dagger's edge. "Before the assembled clan, yes," I replied, my voice low and steady. "Between us... the agreement remains." I turned, my eyes finding and holding yours. "I will not touch you without your consent. You determine the boundary." A short, bitter laugh escaped you. "I have killed for less." "And I have killed for more," I countered. The silence that followed was thick and heavy. You ste…