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Chapter 6

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Arkadia

Clarke and the others stared at the monitors of the Drop Ship with their jaws hanging open. Both Octavia and Clarke and covered Bellamy's eyes when they couple had stripped one another of their clothing and went at it. They would have looked away, but they were too shocked as the two had sex right there.

Bellamy couldn't help but laugh at his sister and his best friend for covering his eyes as they all just stood there staring at the screen, "Guys? Maybe we should shut off the monitors?" Bellamy said with some laughter. Their behavior to this was a bit funny to him.

"No!" The majority of the group answered quickly. Curious as to why that was so very quickly rejected, Bellamy gently moved the hands from his face, "Why not. Give them some privacy for Gods sake." He chided them.

"No, that's not the reason Bellamy," Monty said, licking his dry lips before shaking his head clear and looking away from the screen, "If we turn them off, the monitor's I mean, we shut down the sensers around the Drop Ship. We have a twenty-minute window between the first and second set of sensors, which means whoever or whatever is there would be unprotected ." He explained. But the moans from the monitor were getting to him. With a clenched jaw of aggravation, Monty turned to the board and switched on the mute. "So much better." He said with a sigh of relieve.

Everyone bit back their grinned snickering at his reaction to the noise. But they understood why he had done so. It was enough to light a fire of passion in just about anyone.

Sighing, Bellamy rubbed his face clear of the amusement, "Okay, um… Someone's going to have to stay here though, keep it on mute but watch the alarms. In the morning we will go as a group to get them. There is no way we are leaving the King out there with just Trin to watch his back."

"Don't doubt her Bellamy, she may be small, but she is still a warrior. She can keep the King safe." Indra told him a bit sternly. Her eyes had diverted from the screen. The last thing she wanted to watch was her daughter having sex.

"So could Echo, Indra. And look where she is now. Because Pike's band of crazies are still out there hunting us. I don't doubt her, I fear for her. We just got her back from them, at the cost of Echo's life. Who knows what Trinity will do to safe guard Roan, and who knows what he will do to keep her safe. I'm not taking that risk. I'm sorry. We go for them in the morning. We leave early… Very early." Bellamy told her with understanding, but his worry was on overdrive as he walked out.

Clarke watched with a raised brow of curiosity, "What's up with him?" she asked.

Sighing sadly with some understanding of why Bellamy was so determined to see Trinity safe, she had the same feelings towards the girl, even though they were the same age. Octavia crossed her arms across her chest with some annoyance, not with Clarke or her brother, but with sheer mental exhaustion. "He saved Trinity from being raped up on the Ark, it's how she got on the Drop Ship with him. She killed the guy. And Trinity just gave herself to a man she has no idea she's marrying while under the knowledge of being betrothed to an assumed someone else. That's why he's likely irritated… We should all get some rest. Heda allow me to show you to a room." Octavia politely requested to the young Commander and escorted him and Indra out and towards the guest rooms.

Nodding, Clarke watched the group disband from the monitor room before she sighed and took a seat, she'd take the first watch for them, to make sure her friend was safe.

Drop Ship

Trinity went about the Drop Ship putting the tools away after sterilizing them, she'd covered herself in Roan's shirt since he'd ripped her shirt and her underwear was also unusable now. With the tools used to remove the bullet and stitching up Roan's wound cleaned and put away, Trinity went about searching for a change of clothes. Sighing as she searched the containers that they had placed their made clothes, she had come out with no luck from the first two crates.

'They must have taken the items back already to distribute, trade and sell.' She thought as she sighed at the empty crates. Trinity paused for a moment as she found a container labeled with Octavia's name and curiosity got the better of her. The smile that spread across her face was one of shock and pure pride in the young woman, "Octavia, oh my Gosh." She breathed her words softly as to not wake the resting man who'd she assumed had fallen asleep some time ago. It was very dark and she needed something to ware before they left for Arkadia in the morning.

Lifting up a plain, long sleeved Linen dress made from the cotton grown on the planet, it was a wraparound maxi dress style with a belt. It was gorgeous. Trinity examined it with admiration, the deep plunge 'v' formation of the front was something she felt was too bold for her to wear, but the thought of Octavia wearing such a thing left a smile on Trinity's face. The dress had taken her breath away, especially the purple dye the linen dress had been dyed in stunned her. Trinity was so mesmerized, she placed the dress back in its crate with the rest of Octavia's clothing. Trinity had no doubt whatsoever that the brunette had made the clothing herself. With a soft sigh, she returned to searching for pants and shoes. She was unfortunately met with no such luck in every crate.

"The dress would be appropriate. However, the shirt suites you so much better than me." Roan teased her as he sat up from the make-shift bed, rubbing his face as he watched her turn to look at him with surprise. "You didn't wake me if that is what you think." He said with amusement. Nodding his head to Octavia's container he glanced back to Trinity, "I doubt your friend would mind. You need something to cover yourself. Unfortunately, you are correct with knowing you cannot walk into Arkadia in just my shirt." He said with a playful sigh, enjoying the thought of her in nothing but his shirt, or nothing at all.

Smiling a bit at his words she shook her head slightly, "I am not going to wear something of my friends without her permission, nor her knowledge. And the last thing I want to do is surprise her with our return to the Compound in a dress that may just be her most favorite. I will find something." She said with a softy sigh as she glanced around the first floor of the Drop Ship. "Maybe there's something up on the 2nd floor." She sighed, suggesting mostly to herself as she stood and jogged over to the railing. She'd only gotten two steps up before a strong arm was wrapped around her waist, pulling her from the railings back against his burning body. Her back arched a bit away from his chest to keep some kind of distance, however, her attempts were flawed at her rear-end pressed against his hips and groin in her attempts to keep her from being pressed against him entirely earning her a surprised grunt from Roan.

"Unless you desire another round from earlier, I should warn you I may not be able to control myself as well the second time as I did the first time." He whispered into her ear playfully as he set her on her feet on the metal floor, his hand gently glided up over her clothed belly to rest just below her chest, easing her back into his chest.

Her skin burned and tingled like wood crackling in a fire at the contact. Trinity could feel the burning heat of his skin through his shirt she was now covered in and with her only being in a dark green long sleeves shirt that had its own deep plunge in the front, crisscrossing as if it were a wraparound shirt for men and her purple underwear. Trinity was left very exposed, her body craving the heat his body gave off sent shivers through her body and goose bumps to rise over her flesh. Her eyes were heavy and dazed with want just by his touch. Closing her eyes, she took an aroused shuddering breath in.

Roan watched with calm intoxicating pleasure at her reaction, the rise and fall of her chest, the chills that ran over her body were clear as daylight to his eyes as well as the shivers that ran through her body, the way she rested back into his body. Slowly moving part of her hair covering her ear and neck, he trailed his knuckles gently down the curve of her neck, watching as she slowly leaned her head to the side with a pleased smile. He licked and nipped along her skin tenderly, watching her skin rise with lustful goosebumps as he ghosted his hand down her sleeve covered arm and rested his palm at her hip. Placing his lips to her neck he smiled, feeling at peace with himself and everything around him. This was the only time he ever felt at peace with anything. When he had her in his arms, in eyesight. Lost in the moment, Roan sighed and kissed her neck once more, "Come, let's get you dress. While I love seeing you in my shirt, I don't enjoy the idea of sharing this view with anyone else." He playfully teased her with soft laughter from them both. Taking her hand, he guided her back over to Octavia's container of clothing he opened the lid and lifted the cream-colored wrap around dress she had lifted out before. "Just put it on, really, I highly doubt Octavia would want you walking out in the wilderness in nothing by my shirt and your undergarments… And barefoot."

"I will be barefoot Roan." She teased him with a soft, timid smile.

Chuckling, Roan grabbed her face and kissed her, "And that's bad enough, so, let's compromise… For Octavia and myself." He told her, playfully tapping her nose and walked around her to give her some privacy to dress. Even if he had seen her naked as it was, he knew if he watched her strip from the clothing now juts to dress in something else, he'd have that dress off of her and ravish her like he had wanted to just a few hours ago.

Once she was dressed, Roan smiled as she came out from a covered portion of the Drop ship dressed in the linen dress and the belt tightened around her waist with his shirt in hands. She was stunning. Holding his hand out for her, Roan took hold of her placed hand and took his shirt from her which was draped over her forearm and placed it back of the rails where his jacket and under shirt rested before walking her to the makeshift bed that he'd made up on the floor for them and wrapped her up in his arms, pulling a cover over them, "Get some rest." He told her. It wasn't long before they were both fast asleep and dreaming sweet dreams.

Next morning

Roan's eyes snapped open at the sound of boots gently tapping as they entered the Drop ship, he looked up to find the grinning face of the one man he wanted to gut. "Hello Bathar." Roan said with some annoyance as he sat up, a slight glare on his face as his brother smirked down at him, he watched with grinding teeth as his little brother's eyes drifting over to Trinity's still sleeping form.

Grinning, Bathar waved his hand to the Warriors with him, who without hesitation moved forward and grabbed his older brother, lifting Roan up to his feet and tied his elder brothers' hands behind his back, "Hello, brother. Who's the girl?" Bathar asked with a grin.

"Leave the woman out of this, Bathar. What do you want?" Roan questioned.

Chuckling, Bathar waved to a Warrior who grabbed the blonde.

The sudden motion of being groped and jerked up from the floor had Trinity gasping awake with fright. Feeling she was being attacked she swung, the sudden punch she had delivered had four more Warriors charging in to stop her, delivering their own attacks as she fought back before Bathar rolled his eyes and shoved between his Warriors and grabbed her by the back of her hair.

Jerked her back as he placed a knife to her throat, Bathar huffed, "Well, looks like you found yourself a feisty one, Roan." He said with Amusement. He was finding this more and more amusing to him as he watched his older brother struggling against the binds and a Warrior kicking Roan in the back of the knees. The attack had caused Roan to grunt and fall to his knees from the pain of their plated, and likely spiked, boot. "Now this is more like it! King Roan on his knees before me! His own brother. You know that little challenge I made with you was just a ploy, right?" Bathar claimed, admitting to his deceit.

Roan nodded with a slight smirk on his face, he wasn't surprised at this. His brother was just like their mother in every way. "It does not surprise me. Mother taught you her ways very well… Now let her go." Roan stated as calmly as he possibly could. He had to remain as calm as possible, because the smallest sign of weakness or vulnerability Bathar would torture Trinity and make him watch before he killed them both. So, for now, Roan would let the little bouguer think Trinity had been meant to be his. Even though she wasn't. She was Roans'. But he couldn't reveal that either, or Bathar really would kill Trinity, and being Roan's betrothed he wouldn't put it past his little brother to do worse before he cut her throat.

Sighing heavily with the smell of victory in his nose, Bathar grinned widely. "Why? She seems fun? Is this the bitch you were going to attempt bringing to me? Come now Roan, you know I like my girls more feisty." Bathar laughed.

Smirking, Roan nodded with a sigh of temporary defeat, "Oh she's feisty, but I'm sure she'd cut your throat before she would mine." He said with a grin, his eyes never leaving his little brother.

Struggling, upon hearing the young man's words, Trinity sucked in a breath as she felt the blade burn as it sliced her neck just a little. "What's he talking about Roan?"

Grinding his teeth at watching her blood spill form her neck, Roan closed his eyes at her sudden question to realize who he was. "Trinity stop struggling -"

Now finding this more amusing, Bathar threw her to the floor before grabbing her hair once more and pulled her to kneel in front of Roan, "Oh, I see, my dear brother didn't tell you."

"Bathar, don't do this -"

"Roan, now King of Azgeda, allowed that Bitch of a Commander to kill our mother and proclaim him King. Him, a man our mother banished! Became King over me! A son who our mother kept close to her side. A son who should have been the King over a man who was banished!" Bathar shouted with rage.

Relieved his brother was total moron, Roan sighed with some relief, because he knew that was not what Trinity was asking, least of all confused about. Bathar was still absorbed into that little fantasy. That he had more right to the throne than Roan did. Thankfully, Bathar was never the first born. Otherwise, the lands would have been burned to the ground if he had his way.

Slightly giggling at his rampage and his clear idiocy, Trinity looked at Roan and fear suddenly flooded her. Bathar was the man who was going around with Azgedian warriors and attacking everyone. Getting the hint that this fool had no idea what she was talking about, went for a stupid and rather suicidal plane that would without a doubt, well, she hoped would, keep Roan alive and the moron's attention off of him until Arkadia got here. Which would be some time actually.

Talking a breath of courage, Trinity gave Roan an apologetic look, "Okay, so you're pissed off that mommy's death kicked your royal ass off the throne's high horse. I get it. Sorry about the shit show sweetheart but killing me or your brother will do absolutely nothing for your ruined ego." Trinity said bluntly. She expected the hit, but she had not expected his arm to be armed with gauntlets when he'd back handed her. The attack sent her into the crate she had used as the operating table. The combination dazing her further.

"String her up." Bathar ordered.

Roan's stomach knotted as two Warriors grabbed her arms and drug her to the ship's ladder. Jolting to his feet, he grunted under the weight of four men holding him down as he tried to fight his way back onto his feet as he watched the two holding Trinity to the Ladder, ripping ribbons from the dress she wore and began tying her to the ladder, her back vulnerable to any attacks. Terrified for her, Roan tried to struggle against them, to fight against them, but he was weighed down by their mass force against him. "Bathar! Don't do this-" His head snapped back at a first connecting with his jaw, "Beat him then string him up with her. Make him watch." Bathar grumbled with hate.

Trinity shuddered with fright as she watched the men beating Roan into the floors before tying him to the Ladder, the both of them facing one another. His hands instantly grabbed hers as someone approached her from behind her and ripped the dress's back open. Shivers chilled her body when the Warriors moved her hair from her back. She wasn't sure if the person was kind enough to move her long blonde hair from her back or if it was just to frighten her more. Either way it only knotted her stomach with dread. Releasing a breath to keep her trembling body under control she closed her eyes as she heard something whoosh and struck the metal floor. Trinity instantly knew what it was. She'd only ever heard of it, but she'd watched enough movies of their ancestors to know that sound. It was seconds later she sucked in a sharp, painful breath and her eyes watered as a sudden stinging rip and burning sensation ripped into her back. Her breaths panted out in short durations of pain, the first one had stung but the second strike had her gasping and her body's muscles contracting with pain as she fought back the scream. Swallowing back as much of her scream as she could, though she wouldn't refuse her tears to fall.

"Had enough wench?" Bathar questioned with little care.

Roan's eyes snapped to his brother with rage, "Let her go little brother." He snarled. His hands griping hers in return from the pain she was now suffering.

"Go… To hell." Trinity breathed out painfully, attempting to stay in control of her pain and fear rushing through her body with adrenaline.

"Care to say that again." Bathar demanded, his blue eyes narrowing on her bleeding back.

Taking deep breaths so she could speak without stuttering or sounding as if she were crying, even though she was. "You're just a spoiled bastard trying to get back at his big brother. You. Can. Go. To. Hell." She told him in gasps of painful breaths.

Roan's heart pounded in his chest and stomach as he gripped her hand tight, "You're making this worse for you, stop talking." He told her. His eyes were burning with worry.

Shaking her head and sucking in another breath and hiss of pain, Trinity gasped a few times before regaining her control, "The more I provoke him, the longer you live." She whispered. The third strike nearly choked her, locking her breathing in her chest, and the fourth strike caused her to begin coughing. Taking deep breaths, she buried her face into her arm and the dress sleeve to hide her face from Roan as he watched with painful anger at being unable to stop this.

Roan knew he could challenge his brother, but then the beating she was being given would been in vain. And he could not do that to her honor. Clenching his jaw tightly, Roan glared at the men over her head. He felt her nails biting into his flesh as she gasped with pain, trying to swallow back as much of her screams as possible at every strike the man took with the whip. Roan had counted every last one of them, the sound of her gasps and small whimpering cries were burned to his memory, lashed into her heart. Then finally her first scream, and then her second and third. Yet she refused to surrender to them. To his brother.

A wheezing noise flew in through the doors, striking the man wielding the whip in the back, sending him to the floors as arrow after arrow flew into the Drop Ship striking each enemy. Bathar was the only one left standing looking around and taking cover from the door, his sword drawn and ready for a fight.

Releasing a heavy breath of relief Roan watched his little brother, "Drop your weapon Bathar. It's over." He tried to help his brother. But he knew even if his brother dropped his weapon. He would not be pardoned nor forgiven, even Roan couldn't protect him from this.

"I'll die with my sword in my hand, filth!" Bathar sneered at him in Trig.

Roan forced himself to watch Indra and her Warriors, as well as Clarke and others, to storm the Drop Ship. But Bathar had stuck to his word. They hadn't killed him, no they'd captured Bathar and disarmed him of every weapon as well as removed his armor and bound him with two different restraints to be sure he did not escape.

Indra's eyes burned with fury as she glared at the destruction of the girl's back. Her adopted daughter had been whipped ruthlessly. Turing her heated and angry glare to the King's little brother she sneered at him with disgust, "For attacking the King, who is the Commander's right hand as well as the man who housed him," – other than her daughter Gaia who had also had a say in saving the Natblidas– "And those currently regarded as under the Commander's protection of the Coalition, for attacking and harming one of the 13 Clans high ranking members of the Skaikru Councilmembers children, as well as Trikru's Chieftain of Tondc's child, my daughter! You are to be judged for your crimes of treason." Indra explained with great pleasure. She'd been wanting to cut this man's throat for some time.

Clarke rushed to the ladder, her face filled with horror as she looked at Trinity's torn up back, "Oh my God… O-Octavia! Get her other side." She said, her voice cracking as she pulled a knife from her boot, both women cut Roan's and Trinity's bindings. Being careful of Trinity's back they carefully placed her on her side.

Aden rushed into the Drop Ship, his eyes bulging wide with horror at the bloody mess of the blonde's back. "Dear gods."

Trinity looked up to Octavia and smiled sadly with tears in her eyes, "Sorry about the dress O." She whispered sadly.

Laughing sadly, Octavia brushed her friend's blonde hair from her face, "It's okay, we found your pants and shoes by the waterfall and river... I don't care about the dress, Trini. I can make more." Octavia told her, helping Clarke ease her up. But the cry that left her had them stopping and rested her onto her side.

"We can't move her like this," Clarke told her.

Grinding his teeth with a huff, Roan moved between Clarke and Octavia, "Move." He demanded. Leaning over Trinity, he sighed softly with regret, she'd gotten hurt, terribly because of him. Because of his brother. Her back was shredded, and her blood was already pooling around her on the cold mettle floor. Gently grabbing her arms, he placed her weak limbs around his neck and gently grabbed her hip, Roan cradled her head in his arm, "Hey, look at me. Trinity, look at me."

Forcing her eyes opened she looked up into Roan's blue eyes through watering eyes, "I can't cry yet, can I?" she asked weakly with trembling words.

Smiling weakly at her words, Roan shook his head, "Not yet beautiful. I just have one question,"

"What?"

"Do you trust me?"

A bubble of painful laughter left her before she winced and swallowed back her cries, "... I hate when you say that already..." Breathing through the pain and her tears, Trinity swallowed back more tears, "Yes," she whimpered.

"I have to move you, okay?" At her silent whimper and the weak shake of her head, begging him not to move her, Roan nodded, placing his arm under her legs, "Yes, you are going to be moved, Trinity. I have to move you. Clarke get your tools now! I'm lifting her on five. Indra, Octavia gets a place set up for Clarke to work on her. One,"

Shaking her head and dreading the burning pain in her back, she gripped at his sweat covered skin at his shoulder, "No, please," Trinity whimpered.

"Two,"

"Bedding is set." Octavia told him.

"Three,"

"Please don't-"

"I've already got everything, Octavia, I'm going to need your help." Clarke said getting the gauze, alcohol and a pre-made paste. Clarke fought back the tears in her eyes as they listened to silently begging Roan not to move her.

"Four," Lifting her up he did his best to ignore the cry that filled the ship as he moved her to the make-shift bed on the crate she'd used just last night for him. Easing her on her side, he helped Clarke roll her onto her stomach and gave the healer and Council member the visual of her back that she needed. He inwardly flinched as he fully took notice of the damage to her back. Bloodied, torn and deep lashes were criss-crossed over each other multiple times. Gathering her hair in his hands, Roan eased her hair up and over to shield her face as well as keeping part of her face from being seen by others. Standing from beside the whimpering woman, Roan's eyes traveled over to his little brother angrily. "Get him outside, everyone outside, now." he ordered coldly, his green eyes burning with fury. However, he'd met Aden's hardened eyes and at his nod the young Commander reinforced Roan's orders to everyone on behalf of Roan once again.

"He's Roan's," Aden called, he'd stopped the Warrior Woman before she could argue him, "Indra, please" Aden quickly, his face was stern, but his eyes told her he fully understood her rage. "If he lives, you and Kane can decide who claims his life. For this you have my word. But Trinity is Roan's betrothed. You all three have a right to his life for this terrible act now. The mother more so than the betrothed, but she is still his now. Which makes this case a very difficult matter to handle."

Bellamy paced back and forth as Indra and the other's walked out, his concern doubled when Clarke and his sister hadn't walked out and Clarke making orders to his sister, and Aden most likely wanting to try helping where he could as the others walked out had his stomach turning and knotting, "What happened?" He questioned. But the whip Roan had gripped in his hand had him paling. The black leather whip was tipped with a small yet very sharp and curved blade in a teardrop hook design, the blade and part of the leather whip was dripping with blood. "What the hell happened?"

"A fooling boy playing King. Indra, string him up!" Roan shouted his order.

Bathar laughed as the Warrioress Chief Leader nodded and grabbed the long chain Bathar was bound with and tossed the chain over a tree branch, pulling him up off his knees, forcing him to stand on his tip-toes as he laughed at his brother approaching him. "You're going to whip me to death then Roan? Is that it? All because some bitch from the Sky cries?"

"That 'bitch' as you so call her has a name, little brother. And more courage and honor than you. Instead of simply challenging me in battle like a Warrior, you chose to play games and harmed a woman who proved to be far smarter than you. By distracting you from killing both of us, she provoked your anger at herself, keeping you distracted from me. In doing so, it gave them time to come to us. And the real truth of the woman… She's my betrothed, brother, not yours… I'd have died a thousand deaths than hand her over to a fool such as you." Roan talked as he circled his little brother. He hated this, hated everything about this. The young man looked almost like him, almost identical to him, yet the young man was ten, almost eleven, years younger than him. Roan hated himself for what he was about to do, but he had no choice. With Trinity's cries echoing in his ears from the drop ship, Roan stopped behind his brother, taking a knife from Indra's offered hand and sliced open the shirt of his brother's back and took a breath of courage, asking for forgiveness to their gods. This was the last thing he wanted to do.

And the lashing began.

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