A/N: Hey guys! I'm back :) Sorry for going missing for so long but a lot of stuff's been going on. University is ridiculous with hours for us, and there's a lot of work that we need to do and it all needs to happen very quickly and very close together. And as for my personal life? Well currently I'm seeing a therapist haha, but seriously, there's a lot of stigma attached to admitting you need help. But it has already made me feel so much better and I'm about halfway through. Sometimes you just need to ask, and life get's so much easier.

And as for this? I've said it before and I'll say it again, never doubt I'm coming back to this story, because I always will.

If for any reason I absolutely had to end it, I promise I will tell you all. But as of right now, we are continuing on as planned, and as I'm now getting other elements of my life under control again I am hopeful I won't be disappearing for as long again.

And as ever, I love you all xx

"Roan, go left!" Clarke yelled as she ducked to the right, her boots thundering against the ice-covered stones of the street as she raced through the city.

Roan followed her instruction without argument, not that there was time, if they hesitated or paused, then their quarry would escape.

Following the left-hand path, he crossed through the market area of Azgeda's capital, twisting and turning as he weaved his way through the people, who began to draw back automatically at the sight of their King running flat out.

As he reached the edge of the market, a cart suddenly appeared in his vision, clutching his sword in his hand, he leapt straight up and over, clearing it narrowly and coming down on hard on one knee.

Surging up he continued the run, ducking back into the street in front of him as he attempted to reach the point where the street Clarke had taken would cross his.

Just as he was about to reach it, he heard the crash of things being knocked to the ground.

Pushing himself to the absolute limits of his body, he sped up just enough to crash into their quarry from the side, knocking them both to the ground.

The man they were chasing wriggled out from under him before he could get a firm grasp on him, but Clarke was there, leaping onto his back and slamming her arm down on his head.

As the man fell to the floor, Clarke landed on her feet before sinking down to her knees, breathing heavily.

"Let's never do that again." She gasped out, clapping Roan on the back as he sat up.

Roan just laughed breathlessly, shaking his head, "A two-mile chase over ice? Agreed, let's not repeat that."

Looking down at the man they had chased down, Clarke sighed, "Over three weeks searching for answers and when we finally get a lead he bolts without any explanation."

"I'll get him to talk." Roan assured her confidently.

Frowning, Clarke nodded, "I don't like what we might have to do to him, but how quickly he ran makes me think he's protecting someone else. And if he is? Then Polis is still in danger."

"Don't worry, we're going to find out exactly what he knows."