Hey Guys. Sooo this is my first time actually posting or writing a fanfiction. So please feel free to review and tell me what I can do to improve upon this fanfiction. I will try and update everyday if I can, and I will try and make them relatively long chapters. J
Anyways, this is a fanfic of Clarke and Lexa, obviously, and the continuation of Octavia and Lincoln. Also this fanfic is picking up where Titus would have killed Lexa, but the bullet missed.
Whenever something is written like this it is being spoken in the Grounder language of Trigedasleng.
Enjoy Y'all!
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She woke with a start, frantically searching the bed for her missing half. She looked around her room and didn't see Clarke, but she smiled remembering that they had made love the night before falling asleep in each other's arms. Clarke was set to leave Polis to go to Arkadia before the blockade went into effect.
Lexa had selected one of Clarkes old shirts that she loved to wear and put it on, smiling at the guard outside her door who had told her that Clarke had gone back to her room to gather the remainder of her belongings. She all but skipped down the three flights of stairs to Clarkes room, pausing at the bottom of the stairs to fix her hair when she heard the unmistakable sounds of gunshots.
She took off at a run, and burst through Clarkes door and immediately was ran over by Clarke avoiding Titus' bullets. She picked herself and Clarke up, seeing red now.
"Enough! What the hell is going on in here?!" She looked around the room and found that the room was in total disarray. Bullet holes everywhere, pieces of shrapnel everywhere, and the thief named Murphy was tied to a chair with a gag.
"Commander, I am sorry you had to see this. But blood must have blood." Titus said back to her with his head bowed. The gun he had been holding was now lying on the ground.
"No Titus, that is where you are wrong. Blood must not have blood. But since you attacked my betrothed to be, and almost killed me, you shall face the death of a thousand cuts, to be carried out at dawn. Your predecessor will be Aden, and the flame will be his to protect. GUARDS! I want this man locked up until dawn and then taken to the gathering circle to be tied to the tree. GO!" As the guards took Titus out of Clarkes room, she walked over to Murphy and took the gag from his mouth, while Clarke undid his bindings.
"Did he hurt you much Murphy?" Her eyes stinging with tears she was fighting to hold back.
"He had me in the Flame Keepers dungeon. Some place. Before he brought me up here. Beat the living shit out of me after finding one of Jaha's chips in my bag." He flexed his wrists and rubbed his shoulders.
"Tell the guard outside you need to see a healer and he will take you there. Now go and get well Murphy. Be at the gathering circle at dawn." She clasped his arm in the typical grounder way of showing respect. When the door had closed she ran to Clarke and hugged her until she knew she was okay. Then the tears started.
"Lexa? Lexa? It's okay. I'm alive and so are you. Shhh its ok." Clarke held onto her, with the strength that Lexa wished she could have.
"He could have killed you. Then where would I be? I love you, Clarke of the Sky People. I want you to be my wife." Lexa sniffled and looked at Clarkes face, smiling at the shock on her face.
"Lexa, of course I will be your wife, as long as you promise me that If you ever hear gunshots, please bring a guard with you." Clarke started laughing with such force that it shook Lexa. Soon Lexa was laughing too.
"Sha Wanheda. Of course. Now let us get ready for our final execution…. I hope" She muttered. (Sha=yes, Wanheda= Commander of Death)
Lexa seemed to be wrapped up in her thoughts as Clarke watched her dawn her battle armor and war paint. She had already had her face painted in the typical war paint for Trikrus, and was given her own set of armor and sword, from Lexa. She watched as the Commander put the finishing touches on her war paint, and she turned to look at her.
"Are you ready to do this Clarke? It will be difficult for many to watch since he has been there for many Commanders through the times. I am not sure he will last for more than one hundred cuts." She looked down at her feet, wondering if Aden was ready to accept the role as Flame Keeper.
"I will be by your side no matter what Lexa. He was never friendly to me. I will not take pride in watching him die, but he is deserving of his punishment, and a slice from my blade. Well your blade. I am to be your betrothed, and there is a saying whenever someone would get married on the Ark. In sickness and in health, for better or for worse. I will always be here for you Lexa. I love you." She leaned in, careful not to smudge hers or Lexa's war paint and kissed her.
"Thank you Clarke. Shall we?" She had the hint of a smile as she opened the door for her and Clarke. They began the journey down the stairs to enter the sleeping City of Polis. Which was soon to be awake.
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