Title: Scalar Product of Del Operator and a Given Vector of a General Law (or Canon Divergence Themed Clexa Week)

Day 1, Monday – Romantic Union

Summary: Clarke has never looked more beautiful than now as she walked down the aisle.

Author's Note: My first Clexa fic contribution. Try not to be too harsh on me. Lol.

Lexa looked at her reflection in the mirror at the ark. Her entire being was filled with anxiety and she took in a deep breath to calm her nerves. She was clad in her warrior uniform with her red sash against her back. Though this tradition of the Arkers required dresses and such, there was nothing greater than being in full battle gear for an event. Most of the Grounders were wearing as such and Lexa could see several of them behind her, making sure they looked the best they could be.

Indra's eyes met Lexa's in the mirror. The commander's gaze grew hard, as the general was not pleased. Lexa clenched her jaw as Indra spoke her thoughts.

"Heda osir nou gaf kom do disha." (Commander, we do not need to do this.)

The commander shook her head sternly and gave her part, "Osir souda." (We must.)

Seconds passed between their intense gaze before Indra's softened and she dropped her head, "Sha, Heda."

The music then began to play, signaling the start of the program. Lexa took in a deep breath as her anxiety returned full force. She licked her lips and began walking down the aisle. Several of the people were there, a nice mix of Grounders and Arkers. After taking her spot, Lexa took in the other people on the platform.

Of course there was Bellamy, standing there in his nice suit and a wide smile on his face. Ever since the peace, tailors and dressmakers were creating more fashion on this earth. Octavia had decided to go with Arker clothes and wore a decent gown. Lincoln was the same and wore a suit rather than his battle gear, which Lexa knew Indra, did not approve of.

Monty and Jasper didn't look too bad in their suits while Raven managed to still look good in her dress despite the brace on her leg. Nyko seemed to be the only one dressed like Lexa in his battle gear. Lexa became jittery as her anxiety now seemed to skyrocket for the presence of the bride.

Her wait did not take long as she looked find sparkling blue eyes. Clarke never looked more beautiful than she did now as she walked down the aisle. Abby was walking down with her, a bright smile one her face and her eyes shining with unshed tears.

Lexa never thought she would be here today. It never crossed her mind, not even once. Her forgiveness for leaving her at the base of the mountain was all she wanted.

Thankfully, Clarke was able to forgive her. There relationship was full of animosity from Clarke; rocky at best. However they were able to work it out to the beginnings of a friendship that Lexa was greatly thankful for. Clarke finally reached the altar in front of Councilman Kane and Lexa gave her a tentative smile that was returned.

Lexa fell in love with this beautiful woman when she first stepped through her tent, challenging her and seeking an alliance. An alliance that took time to develop but strengthened over time only to be broken by the Heda. It would also take time for the wounds to heal and Lexa licked her lips as she more heard her heartbeat in her ears rather than feel it in her chest.

Lexa was thankful for the time. Thankful for the forgiveness, friendship, and love she received. Today would mark the day of the beginning until separation by death. It was now more than anything that Lexa could feel the pity-filled gaze of Indra on her face that she chose to ignore to pay attention to Councilman Kane.

"Do you, Clarke Griffin, take Bellamy Blake, to be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness and in health-"

The words began to fade from Lexa as the sound of her beating heart was all she could hear. Clarke's bright blue eyes focused onto Bellamy's. Time was not able to heal all wounds in the way Lexa had hoped. For the time she disappeared from Clarke, Bellamy filled in the gaping hole. Yes, her and Clarke were able to repair their relationship but nothing more than friendship.

Lexa would never regret her decision on the mountain that day however because her people will always come first. Head over heart. The Heda belongs to her people. Though she feels herself sinking and drowning because her heart was calling for the Skai Prisa, time would not grant it to her.

The commander accepts the consequence time granted her. To forever watch the one she loves, love another. With two words, the final nail is pounded into her figurative coffin that holds any semblance of Lexa and all that is left is Heda.

Clarke's eyes shine as she looks from Kane and back to her beloved.

"I do."

I am so sorry, I don't know what happened. I seriously was aiming for fluffy goodness and this shit popped up. . I feel that this happens to me all the time.