“did you even hear anything i just said?” you asked. he just stared at you, “is this an intimidation tactic or something?” you were starting to feel uncomfortable under the lion like blue gaze. you sighed, “ugh you’re not even listening to me!”
you turned around and he caught your hand, “where are you going?”
“oh now you can talk.” you said in exasperation.
“i get distracted by your face when you speak.” he stated, “you’re very beautiful.”
you could tell something was off, just the way his jaw was clenching was obvious to you. you gave him your knowing look and he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the others, “how do you always know when im upset?” he asked, grinning down at you.
“because i know you.” you answered, “like you always say, soul mates. i can tell something is off. so spill, what’s wrong?”
“i cherish you. you know that right?”
you saw him take in a breath the second you saw him. you could only imagine how he was feeling. well, you could kind of relate, after all you had to sit back and watch him go into an arena you weren’t sure he would come out of alive.
“Roan-” you began but he held up a hand.
“dont. i need to say something.” he stated, “in a few minutes im going into that arena. i dont know if i’ll ever come back out. but i cant go in there without knowing something first.” he got down on a knee, “Y/N, will you marry me?”
“i heard someone was looking for me.” you stated.
Roan looked you up and down, “yes. and the question is, so who is he and what is he to you?”
you laughed, “you jealous of a Skaikru?”
“no.” he stated.
“Roan, you act as if im your property sometimes. i dont even know if what we have makes me your girlfriend-”
“you’re my future queen.” he stated, “i thought i had made that obvious.”
“you know, where i come from that sort of thing is usually asked with a ‘will you marry me?’ or at least, ‘be my girlfriend.’ or something.”
“im not Skaikru.”
you sighed, “i suppose not.”
“no.” you said.
the King turned to face you, looking you up and down, “you’re not Azgeda.”
“no im not. And i dont have to do anything you tell me to do.”
he eyed you a few moments more, a war on who would back down first. then he grinned, “you have fire. i like fire. what’s your name?”
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