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Clarke marched into Lexa's room. How dare she summon her? She was not one of her underlings she could just boss around. "Clarke! I have arranged for guards to accompany you back to Arkadia. I fear your people have let their fear get the best of them. I need you to—"

"I cannot change the way the voted. Pike is chancellor."

"Clarke this is serious. You have to—"

"I don't have to do anything."

"The Skaikru is planning on attacking the peace force!" Lexa slammed her fist down on the table. She was not to be trifled with today. February 14th, Lovers' Day, when grounders went out of their way for significant others. And the anniversary of Costia's death. "I need you," She said through gritted teeth, "to go and talk to them."

"Why don't you send Roan?" Clarke snapped. "I'm sure he's just fine with words." Lexa looked at her, bewildered, but the image of them in this room, though much closer to the bed than they currently were, was all too clear for Clarke.

She had come the night before, after their…whatever it was in her chambers. With that nightgown that put thoughts in her head, and the way her hand felt in her own, and her eyes that were so Lexa, they stole her breath away, Clarke needed—she wanted—she didn't know. Something. To see her. To talk to her. To feel her skin brushing against her own.

But the new King of Azgeda had beaten her. They were already curled up together on the mattress, Roan running his fingers through her hair and Lexa laughing at a joke Clarke didn't hear. The only consolation Clarke gave herself was that at least they were till clothed. Still, the way he made her smile, and how she was so perfectly comfortable how close he was. The man was trying to kill her only hours before!

Clarke had rushed out and back to her room to pass a sleepless night, staring at the ceiling and trying to get the vision of Lexa and Roan out of her eyes.

"Why would I send the King of Azgeda to calm Skaikru? Your people respect you Clarke. If you leave now you can probably make it there before they do anything stupid." Wanheda continued to glare at her. "What is your problem?!"

"Nothing's wrong."

"You do everything for your people, but now my people are in danger. Indra cannot go up against your guns, Clarke. If they do this, I will have to kick them out of the coalition. There will be no going back!"

"What's a thirteenth clan worth anyways now that you have Azgeda under your beck and call?" No matter how childish Clarke knew she was being when there were lives at stake, she couldn't help herself. She couldn't hold herself back.

Lexa huffed and threw herself down onto the table. "Get a messenger to Indra." She ordered to the guards. "Tell her to retreat on order of the Heda, and leave only a small party behind to talk to the Skaikru in peace. Go."

The guards ran out of the room, closing the door behind them, and leaving them completely alone. "So eager to see me gone that you send me away at the first chance with other options at hand?"

"As ambassador, it would normally be considered your job to go." Lexa growled, trying to compose herself. She turned her eyes back up to Clarke, who still looked at her like a piece of roadkill. "Nia is dead. Now what is the issue with Azgeda?"

"Why don't you ask Roan? You two seem very close." She went to go back to her room. Maybe she should gone back to Arkadia. She couldn't stand to be this close to Lexa for this long.

"Clarke wait." Lexa called, but she didn't stop. She reached out for her arm. "Wait." Clarke stared down at the small connection. It wasn't meant to be intimate. It wasn't meant to be anything. "Do you think…?" Lexa's voice trailed off at first, not quite certain what she was doing. Clarke took the opportunity to wrench her arm out of her hold, but she had waited too long. She could still feel where her fingers had burned into her flesh. "Do you think that Roan and I," Lexa gulped, "are involved?"

"It did look like that when I came in last night to see you cuddling so sweetly." Clarke bit. "Is this what you do? Strengthen alliances by seducing their leaders? Because it does work, I'll tell you. At least until the truth comes out."

"You think I was trying to seduce Roan to assure a stronger future holding on Azgeda." Lexa tried to wrap her head around the idea. Then she laughed. Oh, she hadn't laughed like that in ages. She buckled over, barely able to catch her breath. "I would have you know," suddenly high on giggles, she booped Clarke's nose with her finger, making her take a step back, "that the new King is far from my type."

"The commander of the thirteen clans has a type?" Clarke was still snarky, though something in her act was slipping. Lexa suddenly sobered, her cheeks reddening. "Oh do tell."

Lexa turned her head away, trying to hide her face with her hair. Her words were rushed as she differed, "It's not important. Thank you for coming. If you can, it would still be much appreciated if you would take the trip to Arkadia, though you are welcome to stay in Polis. I am sure my messengers can handle the task."

"Oh I'm not going anywhere until I hear this juicy piece of gossip." Clarke smiled. Whether what she said about Roan was true or not, they were done. If the Commander had any intentions toward her, fealty oath or kiss aside, she would have done something last night? She had done everything but outright beg the commander to kiss her, and she hadn't. So if Lexa could play with her heart the way she had been, so could Clarke.

If she was going to do this, Lexa told herself, she might as well do it right. She whipped around on her heal. "Blondes." She announced. "Strong blondes who can hold their own with whatever comes at them. Who values loyalty and leadership even when it is hard. Strong blondes who fall from the sky and will do anything for their people. Beautiful strong blondes that go by the name of Wanheda."

Clarke stared at her blankly, as Lexa kept on going. "I kissed you Clarke and I meant it. I said I would never betray you again and swore fealty to you above all others and I meant it. And damn it I love you and I goddamn mean that too!"

Lexa had nearly worked herself up into hysterics before Clarke took control over her senses again and rushed at her. What else could she do? She jumped onto her, throwing her back into the chair behind her, and closing the space between them.

All bonds Clarke had put on herself broke loose as she slammed her lips onto Lexa's She remembered their feeling, the way they lit fires in the of her stomach. She adored the way she could feel the young commander's arms wrap around her waist, bringing her impossibly closer as hew own hands found their way to her shoulders pulling the thick leather lower, exposing Lexa's tanned skin. Her lips began to trial away, down her delicious neck to her collarbone. She could feel Lexa's moan reverberate through her skin.

"No." The embrace stopped as quickly as it had started as Lexa pushed Clarke off her. "No. We're going to do this right."

"Lexa, I didn't mean—"

"I mean," she interrupted, "that I am going to court you in the way you deserve."

"The Commander of Death deserves to be courted?" Clarke buzzed into Lexa's shoulder as she got up and wrapped her arms around her waist again.

"No, but the princess in front of me surely does." Lexa smiled and swayed them back and forth to music that wasn't there, pressing her lips on the crown of Clarke's head. "I want to woo you, Clarke Griffin, in the ways of your people and my own."

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