All of her senses were heightened as they were compensating for her lack of sight. Sticks cracking underneath her feet sounded ten times louder when the sun landed on her skin she felt the warmth spread throughout her body, and the smell of pine trees and dirt filled her lungs. Clarke had been dragged behind Prince Roan for what felt like 4 days, however, time had just become a notion to her. Because this felt like so much had passed from her being bagged and her stumbling through the woods behind Roan, Clarke became accustomed to the conversations she had with herself; as her gag allowed little words to pass between Roan and herself. As Clarke had time to talk to herself, she began to understand why she had been gagged, and some hate toward Roan dissipated, as the silence made her realize that she talks a lot, even to herself.
Just as Clarke began to prioritize the growing list of what actions needed to be taken at Arkadia, in complete disregard to the fact that she might not ever return, Clarke's thoughts were interrupted by the loud noises of what sounded like a city. Voices of vendors and children blended as one, and the smell of cooking meat engulfed her causing her stomach to rumble. Clarke wished to have the ability to see her surroundings, however, Roan's gruff handling of her reminded her that she was anything but free.
A bright light shone through the bag over her head, however, little time was given to allow her eyes to adjust to the brightness.

"Wanheda, kom ai don swega klin." Roan gruffly announced before she was forced onto her knees.

The bag was pulled from her head, causing her to flinch at the light. Clarke squinted through the searing pain that throbbed behind her eyes and forced her eyes to focus on the figure before her. Lexa.
Clarke glared up at Lexa as she softly acknowledged her presence.

"Hello, Clarke."

Clarke felt her rage boil underneath her skin as she stared at the Commander of the Twelve clans. All the memories of her betrayal overtook her thought process; the decision she had to make alone, and the weight of living with it, and all that time she had spent alone in hopes of finding some solace in it, was now wasted, as any comfort she might've found was obliterated.

"The deal was for you to bring her to me unharmed." Lexa's words cut like a blade.

Lexa broke their eye contact, to glare at Roan for his gruffness and brute.
He was not the one to hurt me, Lexa, you were.

"She didn't come easy."

A quick curt nod of Lexa's head expressed her understanding.
"I'd expect not."
Lexa brought her attention back to Clarke.
No, you don't get to act like you know me. You don't know the first thing about me.
Lexa brought her attention back to Clarke, where a quick silence settled upon the trio, as both Lexa and Clarke studied one another.

"I've done my part, now do yours. Lift my banishment." Roan gruffly commanded. He talked of Clarke as though she were a wild trophy, one that was easy to capture and claim as property. As though Clarke were not an unstoppable force.

Lexa's gaze shifted to Roan as she scrunched up her face in agitation. "I'm told your mother's army marches on Polis."

"That has nothing to do with me. Honor our deal."
"I'll honor our deal when your queen honors my coalition." Lexa bit back. "Lock Prince Roan of Azgeda away."

Lexa watched as the guards manhandled Roan out of the throne room, taking pleasure at the sight.

"What of Wanheda-" Titus interrupted.

"Leave us," Lexa commanded with a swift motion of her hands.

Titus and Indra shared a look of uncertainty before carrying out their Heda's command.
Titus stopped on his way out in hopes to hear Lexa revoke her command, only to hear, "You heard me."

"Sis em au na gyon op." (Help her up.)

Only until they were alone did Lexa move toward Clarke. "I'm sorry,"
Lexa's fingers gently grazed Clarke's cheek as she removed her gag, "that it had to be this way. I had to ensure that Wanheda didn't fall into the hands of the Ice Queen. War is brewing Clarke. I need you."

A long silence spread between them, as Lexa waited for a response. Clarke set her jaw, and before she could stop herself, she responded the only way her rage would allow her. She watched her spit hit its target, causing Lexa to flinch, and before she or herself could recover, her rage took complete control over her.
"You bitch!"
The guards quickly came to their Heda's aid and worked together to contain Clark.
"You wanted the commander of death?! You've got her!"
Clarke thrashed against their grips, in hopes of breaking free to continue her onslaught on Lexa. Even as the guards dragged her away, Lexa could still hear her violent screams and threats.

"I'll kill you!"

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