The day that she learned of the lengths to which he had gone to keep her safe, they were training together.

The threat to his leadership was in danger, as Octavia had informed the two of them. It wasn't improbable that any of his subjects would challenge him in an attempt to take over and, in the big picture, kill all of Skaikru. Normally, she wouldn't have been worried about his health or safety, but it hadn't been very long since Marcus Kane had put a bullet in the King's chest, almost killing him.

So when Marcus had offered to test his strength by training with them, Eden had turned the man down. He had looked at her, pain and guilt flooding him: he had shot the man that she was protecting so easily, the man that she had fallen in love with. He let it go, though, letting her take up the role of Roan's training partner.

So there they were, in a large empty room, weapons in hand as they battled. They swung swords at each other, the sound of metal clinking against metal becoming like the soundtrack of their session. Their breaths were deep and he eventually had her pinned to the ground, her sword on the ground, across the room. It took her a moment of disorientation before she pressed her fingers against the tender skin close to his gun shot wound, just enough to make him jerk back in pain and then she had flipped them around, straddling him and holding him down to the ground, a hidden knife held to his throat.

"You're not ready to fight any fight," she said, shaking her now loose hair around them. "I took you down and I went easy on you because you're my houman."

She had begun to call him that, too, in front of other people. The development had shocked some of the Grounders and even the Sky people back at Arkadia, when Marcus had informed them of how the relationship between Eden and Roan was going [when they asked, of course] [except they had dubbed them "Roen"] [yes, Monty and Jasper had come up with that together, during one of Jasper's more lucid moments].

"Oh yeah?" he asked, flipping them back over, pining her down and holding her wrists with just one hand. "Maybe I let you do that because I wanted you on top of me."

"You don't have to trick me into it," she said in a low voice, exposing her neck to him. "I love to be under you or on you, as long as I'm with you."

He took advantage of the easy access to her neck, pressing his lips to her skin. His hold on her wrists lessened and she took that opportunity to best him, her hands spread across her back until she began to move one of them, flattening it against his chest, over his heart. She moaned, which caused him to moan into her neck, then she moved the flat palm over the wound once again and pressed, twisting her legs around him at the same time, flipping them back over so she was on top.

Her giggles were melodious to him as her hair floated around them, almost creating a safe place for them to exist in. His hands rested on her waist, his eyes watching her closely.

"Maybe I'm not healed," he admitted, making her stop laughing and look down at him in seriousness. "But I will still fight to keep your people alive, kwin. Because I love you."

"They can keep themselves alive," she told him, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips before standing up. "But I need you to keep yourself alive. You don't get to leave me."

"Never," he responded, almost instinctively, letting her help him to his feet. "But you know I would do anything to protect you from pain and from being killed, right?"

"And I'd do the same for you," she agreed, using a towel to wipe the sweat from her forehead, then hopped onto the table and swung her legs around as he made his way to her, also wiping away sweat. "That's just who we are."

"No matter what happens to me," he informed her as he stepped between her legs, which wrapped around him to hold him close, "you'll be safe."

"What do you mean?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before speaking, "The day I became the 'Commander', I granted you immunity to the clans. Azgeda will never kill you for being Skaikru, Skaikru will never kill you for being involved with me, and none of the clans will hurt you for anything. Even after I die. Echo has been sworn to keep you from harm, no matter what, since the day after the Summit, when we reunited."

"Damnit, Roan," she said, her voice strangled due to the lump in her throat. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers twisting into his hair as she pulled him closer. "I can't do any of that for you. Why do you have to do stupid shit like that?"

"You're technically the kwin," he reminded me with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. "You could order the people around."

"No," she said with a shake of her head. "That's your job. But you also have another job."

"Oh yeah," he hummed, his fingers slipping under her shirt, pressing against her burning hot skin.

"Getting me to our bed," she laughed, scooting off the table and clinging to him. "Maybe some strenuous activities will build your strength?"

"Aren't you supposed to be a fisa?" he teased, chuckling as he began to carry her to their room. "Even I know that's not how the world works."

"Shut up," she laughed, pressing her lips to his jaw.

°•°

That night, he stayed in their room when she went to join Octavia for dinner. He was feeling a little weak from the training session and then their "workout" after, but he knew how excited she was for having a meal with one of her "little sisters", so he told her to go without him and bring him back some sweets. She had agreed, giving him a long kiss before leaving him alone in their room. No one had heckled her as she made her way to the small gathering area where everyone conglomerated to eat meals.

Octavia had gotten them a table with three chairs, not knowing that Roan wouldn't be joining them. She already had a plate of food when Eden got there and the older brunette grinned, seeing the bowl of soup that Octavia had gotten for her. The delicacy had become one of her favorite things and everyone knew that she loved it, so it was almost always available to her. She slid into the seat across from Octavia, where the bowl of soup was, and lightly kicked her "little sister".

"Hey, darling," she said, picking up her spoon. "How's your day?"

"That dumb boy makes me want to slam my head against a wall," she told her friend, gesturing to a boy a few tables over. He was watching them with curiosity clear in his eyes, making Eden send him a kind smile. Octavia hissed, "What are you doing? Don't encourage him, Eden."

"Oh relax," Eden laughed as he went back to talking to his table mates. "He bothers you so much because he is interested in you."

"No," Octavia proclaimed, shaking her head.

Knowing that the prospect of a new relationship was making her uncomfortable, Eden let it go. The two of them talked for awhile, about how Bellamy was handling the death of his girlfriend Gina and when Clarke would realize that she and Bellamy belong together, about her and Roan's first time and how the two of them met, about Lincoln even. The conversation only halted when a third person joined them at the table, his hands placed on the back of the chair, not yet sitting down.

"What are you doing here?" Eden asked, not unkindly, but also not all that friendly at the same time.

He winced, "I want to apologize to you, Eden. I wasn't myself and if I had been, you know I would never have shot him. It's obvious how you feel about him and I never wanted to hurt you."

"You're the one who got Mom floated," she pointed out, not spitefully this time. "The food she was stealing was for more unfortunate children. That's right, I knew about it the whole time. She wasn't being a thief for the fun of it."

"Honey," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "That wasn't all she was stealing. I kept it under wraps for you, so you'd never know. She was stealing medicine, too."

"For what?" she asked. "None of us were sick... Oh. Oh my God."

"That's why I had to fight so hard for you to get into the medic program, but it was obvious to everyone involved that you were generally interested in helping people, that you weren't your mother's daughter," he informed her, the hurt look on her face hurting him too. "That's part of why I took the chip. I wanted to be free of the pain of getting my wife killed, leaving my daughter motherless and hating her father. I thought you should always love your mother, little girls need their mothers."

"But," she whispered, looking up at him like she used to, before he had gotten Anna floated, "I was using it against you as you being heartless, that you'd voluntarily shoot my... Roan."

"Houman," Octavia mumbled under her breath, causing Eden to kick her and Marcus to look to her with wide eyes.

"What?" he asked Octavia. "Did you just..."

"It's a thing we call each other," Eden informed him, knowing that his best friend Indra would have taught him some words in Trigedasleng. "It's not as serious as you think."

"Yes it is," Octavia whispered, this time quietly enough that only Eden heard, causing her to smile at her friend and nod.

"Eat with us," Eden offered, gesturing to the chair. "I may not fully forgive you quite yet, but you can earn the full forgiveness."

"Okay," he agreed, thankful, before he slid into the seat and joined the two girls.

Octavia looked at the family mending itself in front of her eyes and felt a pang of missing Bellamy, the one person who had stuck by her side throughout the years, even if she hadn't forgiven him for his role in Lincoln's death. Then Eden pulled her back into conversation, back onto Earth. And no one could deny the smiles on their faces throughout the meal.

°•°

Later that night, Eden and Roan are curled up in bed, both of them naked and snacking on some sweets she had brought back to their room. The sheet was artfully wrapped around both of them, concealing most of their bare skin, but their legs were tangled together and one of his arms was wrapped around her shoulders. Her giggles filled the room as he would offer her a sweet from his fingers and then eat it himself, amusing the both of them until she stole one of them from his fingers before he had a chance to drop it into his own mouth.

"You little natrona," he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "You're so lucky that I love you."

"Speaking of Trigedasleng," she hummed, leaning into him. "Guess what Octavia called me in front of my father today!"

"What?" he asked, stroking her skin with the hand that wasn't feeding her fruit.

"Your houman," she told him with a laugh. "I mean, I told him it wasn't us being serious, that it was just a... thing. I didn't want to freak him out."

He looked at her thoughtfully, "What if we made it a real thing, a serious thing?"

"Okay," she replied with a laugh, but when he didn't answer, she looked up at him. The look on his face made her feel warm inside. "Wait, are you seriously asking me to marry you right now?"

"Yes," he confirmed, tilting his head to the side. "Once everything is more settled, I'd love to marry you. Will you?"

"Yes," she said without a moment of hesitation, smiling widely at him. "I want you to be my husband."

"We have traditions, each of the clans," he told her, twisting them so that he's on top her, nestled between her legs. "But we can do whatever you want to do."

She wrapped her legs around him, holding him to her as she wove her fingers into his hair, "I'd love to honor some of your traditions, as long as we honor some of mine."

He chuckled as he buried her face in her neck, his laughter and voice vibrating against her skin, "Wear a white dress, even though you are in no way pure."

"Tell me some of your traditions," she said, her head thrown back, letting out a breathy moan after her words fell from her mouth.

"Later," he said to her, amused by the fact that she was planning the wedding at that exact moment. "Ai sonraun laik yu sonraun."

"Ay hod yu in," she whispered back, finally letting go of the wedding planning and just living in the moment with him.

To them, it didn't matter that either of them could die any day, that the world could end in just a handful of months. What mattered was this moment and all the others they spent together, whether it be in bed or around Polis, whether people approved of their relationship or not. Love had consumed them, changing them as people, making them better and more gentle, and even more hopeful for survival and a future here on Earth. Eden loved Roan with all of her heart and Roan loved Eden with all of his, and that's all that mattered when it came down to it. Maybe they'd get a happily ever after and maybe they wouldn't, but they had now and that's all they really needed.

Translations:
Natrona - traitor
Ai sonraun laik yu sonraun - My life is your life.