Prince Roan was the last Azgeda warrior still standing in the throne room. A look passed between him and Lexa. He was ruggedly handsome, a seasoned warrior, yet his eyes did not share the hatred for Lexa that his mother's did. Roan, Lexa thought. Her mind flashed back to that night, the night she lost everything, to the boy who spared her. Could it be? "Prince Roan. Thank you for joining us. Please take your seat." Lexa motioned to the empty chair. He looked at her curiously and sat down. Over the next several weeks, the terms of Lexa's coalition were solidified. In turn, each ambassador volunteered to take the brand, a sign of their clan's commitment to the coalition. For most, they did it for security. For others, they did it out of fear of Lexa. Her confrontation with the Ice Queen only made her more powerful. Lexa didn't care what their motivations were; what she cared about was the outcome. She still worried about Azgeda. While Prince Roan seemed reasonable enough, Lexa knew he did not have the authority to enforce peace. Nia would continue to be a problem, especially after Lexa had so publicly humiliated her. In the end, Azgeda did not join the coalition. On his last night in Polis, Roan was summoned to Lexa's room. Gustus escorted him to her. "Roan, come in," she said. "Heda, if this is about the coalition, you know I support it, but the queen is adamantly opposed. I do not know that there is anything I can do to convince her," Roan said. "I know. It's not about that. I have to know something." "It's about that night, isn't it?" Roan asked. "So it was you?" "Yes." "Why did you spare me?" "Honestly, I don't know. I defied my mother and my queen, lied to my own people. I just couldn't kill you. It was something in your eyes. I just knew in my gut that your fight was not over yet." "Yet you saw fit to murder everyone I knew?" Lexa asked. "It was war, Heda. We all do things we are not proud of. We do what we must for our people. I know you understand that." "I will never understand what your people do. But I do owe you my life." "I was right about you," Roan said. "Regardless of what happens next, I don't regret sparing you. You were born for this." "I'm not going to kill you," Lexa said. "Our people may be at odds, but you and I are not. One day I will repay the debt I owe you." Roan looked at her in awe. He had never known a leader like her. "I will grant you and your delegation safe passage home to your lands," Lexa continued. "Tell your mother that I will meet her on the battlefield.