The Heda's Bride
Chapter 1 – The Bride
Clarke was raised on a small farm in the country of Arkadia. Her favorite pastimes were riding her horse and tormenting the farm girl that worked there. The farm girl's name was Lexa, but Clarke never called her that.
Following her afternoon ride, Clarke approached holding the reins of her horse while Lexa peered at her through the stable doorway. Clarke was in her late teens; she cared not for keeping her clothes clean and hated brushing or even picking the leaves out her wavy blond hair. Yet still she was the most beautiful woman in the world, at least through eyes of the farm girl that worked for her family.
"Farm Girl," Clarke commanded, as nothing gave her as much pleasure as ordering Lexa around. "Polish my horse's saddle. I want to see my face shining in it by morning."
"As you wish," spoke Lexa softly. "As you wish" was all she ever said to her.
Lexa was perhaps a couple of years older than Clarke. And maybe just as beautiful, with her athletic build, long auburn hair, and gentle forest green eyes.
Some time later, as Lexa was chopping wood, Clarke dropped two large buckets near her.
"Farm Girl. Fill these with water." Lexa looked up and the two locked eyes for a moment. Clarke suddenly remembered her manners. "Please," she finished.
"As you wish."
As Clarke left, Lexa's eyes lingered on her. Clarke stopped and turned while Lexa quickly looked away. That day, Clarke was amazed to discover that when Lexa was saying, "As you wish," what she meant was, "I love you". And even more amazing was the day she realized she truly loved her back.
The following evening Lexa entered Clarke's small cottage with an armful of firewood. Clarke felt something previously unknown wash over her as Lexa dropped it off and quietly made her way out the cottage.
"Farm Girl" said Clarke quickly. Lexa paused and turned, her soft green eyes looking into the other women's piercing blue ones. Clarke froze for a moment then regained herself, pointing to a pitcher that easily within arms reach. "Fetch me that pitcher?"
Lexa approached slowly, coming as close to Clarke as she could without them physically touching. She reached up, grabbed the pitcher, and handed it to her, without once stopping her gaze into Clarke's eyes.
"As you wish," Lexa spoke in that soft tone Clarke had heard a hundred times before. Clarke felt a smile slowly overtake her and grabbed the farm girl's hand, leading her outside. The sky was a brilliant orange, their bodies a shadow in the glow of the sunset.
Clarke stopped pulling Lexa across the field and turned to face her. Lexa offered her other hand to hold but Clarke didn't take it, deciding instead to push the hair out of Lexa's face and rest it gently on her cheek. Lexa leaned her head into the contact and closed her eyes for a moment; she could not believe this was really happening. When she opened her eyes she noticed Clarke's gaze had gone down to her lips, quickly flickering back into her eyes. And then in one fluid motion Clarke pulled Lexa's lips towards her own, engaging in a deep, passionate kiss.
...
Lexa had no money for marriage. So she packed her few belongings and left the farm to seek her fortune across the sea. It was a very emotional time for the two young lovers, not wanting to part so shortly after realizing their mutual feelings for one another. "I fear I'll never see you again," Clarke said, as they locked in an embrace near the gate to the farm.
"Of course you will."
"But what if something happens to you?"
Lexa broke the embrace, looked deep into her lover's eyes and placed a hand on her cheek. "Hear this now: I will always come for you."
"But how can you be sure?" Clarkes voice broke with the words, holding back tears.
"This is true love," Lexa smiled. "You think this happens every day?"
Seeing Lexa's smile caused Clarke to smile too. She threw her arms as tightly as she could around the love of her life. They kissed one last time and Lexa walked away, her hand sliding out of Clarke's as she watched her go.
...
Lexa didn't reach her destination. Her ship was attacked by the pirate Heda, who never left captives alive. When Clarke got the news that Lexa was murdered she went into her room and shut the door. For days, she neither slept nor ate.
Clarke no longer had the energy to feel, her entire being devoid of any emotion. She announced quietly, to no one in particular, "I will never love again."
So, The Heda's Bride! I haven't written fanfiction in a decade (seriously, I was 12 the last time I wrote a fanfic) and my writing since then has been purely academic so I apologize if everything seems disjointed! I take critique well so any writing style criticism is more than welcome.
I am basically taking the screenplay of The Princess Bride and making it Clexa instead. I was inspired by foomatic21's video /PoTp5vNI6SQ and thought taking the greatest love story of all time (since it ended in tragedy) and sticking it into the setting of the second greatest love story of all time (since it has a happy ending!) would be something Clexakru deserved!
I'm going to stick other the 100 characters in here too. Octavia as Inigo for sure (she's always ready to fight), Beachball as Humperdinck, maybe Pike as Count Rugen since Octavia would want to avenge Lincoln's death? I can't think of anyone who would fit as Fezzik so he may stay as is and I want Raven in here someplace but I have no idea who to cast her as :( So if anyone has any casting suggestions (or wants me to continue this in the first place!) leave a comment!
