Lexa's POV:
What feels like seconds upon being told Roan has been spotted in Polis, he enters my sight immediately, holding a prisoner by the fore arm.
Roan: Wanheda, as promised.
He then proceeds to toss this prisoner to the ground making the prisoner land on her knees. I know that this prisoner is a woman by the shape that she holds. The shape of her body, being so familiar to my eyes as well as so lovely.
I rise from my thrown as he pulls the prisoners cover from her head. The facial features that my eyes find makes me recall to when we first met, how beautifully breath taking she looked, still looks. She blinks a couple of times and then searches for what her keeper brought her to. Her eyes finally laying upon my figure.
Lexa: Hello, Clarke
Clarke looked at me with those beautiful ocean blue eyes. Those eyes that I will forever fall for no matter how hard I try to resist. I could not look away, looking at her face more clearly I notice cuts and bruises. This immediately infuriates me, how dare anyone lay a finger on my Clarke. I recall that she was in Roans care for a time. I glare at Roan and before I could even put together the question of how Clarke got hurt my mouth did it for me.
Lexa: The deal was for you to bring her to me unharmed.
I keep my glare straight towards him. Realizing I might have slipped out my caring to much. But for the moment I do not care.
Roan: She didn't come easy.
I look back to The Sky Princess, who is now Wanheda, with pride. Clarke definitely still has her challenging personality.
Lexa: I expect not.
Clarke keeps her eyes on me. How I want to apologize for all that I have done to her, for hurting her but nothing else. My people always come first, I know Clarke understands that.
Roan: I have done my part, now do yours. Lift my banishment.
No respect just like his mother. How dare he try to demand me.
Lexa: I'm told your mothers army marches on Polis.
Roan: That has nothing to do with me. Honor our deal.
Lexa: I'll honor it when your queen honors my coalition.
I glare at him more intense this time and he smirks.
Lexa: Lock Prince Roan of Azgeda away.
Two guards listen to my command and come to take him away. He tries to fight but then just lets himself to be taken. I decide that Clarke and I need to have a word alone.
Titus: What of Wanheda?
A voice asks behind me.
I raise both my hands signaling for Indra and the other to be dismissed.
Lexa: Leave us.
Both of them walk past me towards the door, Titus stops and looks back at me in questionably concerned look.
Lexa: You heard me.
He looks for one last second and exits behind Indra. The only people left in the room are Clarke, I and the other two guards near the door.
Lexa: Help her up.
I instruct the guards. They walk forward and pick her up by the arms. Clarke momentarily gets a bit frighten then settles noticing that she is only being lifted up nothing else. I walk forward reaching for the gag cloth she had around her, pulling it out of her mouth letting drop around her neck.
Lexa: I'm sorry...
I say in part of the way Roan has treated her. Yet, I meant it more for it be an apology for leaving her at the mountain. I know an apology is nothing at this point but I want to her to know that I am truly sorry. As well for an future apology for not being able to show the real reason I was relieved Clarke was in my capital. Though my face does not show no signs of this, I know my eyes have a tendency of betraying me.
Lexa: ...That it had to be this way. I did not want your head to fall into the hands of the Ice Queen.
I maintain eye contact for I need her to know this is important.
Lexa: War is brewing, Clarke. I need you.
I see her lunge forward, with her lips in almost a kiss form. Catching me of guard I do not react. A wetness lands on my forehead and then on to my eyes causing me to shut them.
Clarke just spit on my face.
As I open them, the two guards already have Clarke in their arms dragging her away.
Clarke: AGGGH! YOU BITCH!
Iwipe the saliva off of my face with my wrist while seeing her trying to fight her way out of the hold.
Clarke: AGGH! YOU WANTED THE COMMANDER OF DEATH, YOU'VE GOT HER! AGHHH!
My eyes immediately sadden on how she called herself that. And on how much hatred she now has for me. If I thought leaving her at mountain broke my heart into a million pieces, this just broke very single piece into billions more. I stare at Clarke for I cannot move nor say anything. For a moment I was in shock but now I know if I open my mouth a cry will come out instead of words.
Clarke: I'LL KILL YOU! AGGHH!
She uses words as weapons. Having its intended impact, I can no longer look at her being dragged away from me. I turn away with whatever strength I have left in me that is not currently burning in pain. I head towards my balcony that my chambers obtain, which is located behind my throne. Hearing her screams of anger fade, I wipe my face once last time. I eagerly want to step into fresh air so I do not let these tears run down.
I do not deserve to cry. I don't even deserve Clarke to look upon on me. I know she will never forgive me, but war is brewing and I need her. Stepping on to the balcony my city comes into view on cue. Reminding why I put myself through torture of seeking Clarke. Polis, my capital, needs their commander. War is a country of will, there is no room for sympathy, if I am not willing to give up everything, I will have already lost. And if it means giving up the chance of Clarke ever forgiving myself, as much as I hate it, so be it. I am the Commander and I will not let the Ice Queen rule everything I have worked for. And I will definitely not let her have Wanheda, that will have to be over my dead body.
Later that night.
Lexa's POV:
Indra: Wanheda has requested for you.
I sigh, putting my knife back on the table next to my many others.
Lexa: Did she say why?
Indra: No, heda. She did not.
Lexa: I will go alone. Only you are welcomed to stand outside of Clarkes camber doors as I speak to her. Is that understood?
Indra: Yes, heda.
Indra leads the way to the camber, almost as mine, that Clarke is being held in. What would Wanheda want of me?
