AN: This is my first fanfiction, and I appreciate all and every advice, comment, corrections etc. This fic will probably be slightly au, and things from the show won't be exactly the same. I hope you enjoy:)

It was just before dawn and Clarke was walking through the woods on her way to the lake she had found on one of her evening walks. The air was clammy and the sun was expected to rise any minute, Clarke's favorite time of the day. In her arms she carried her beloved book and a box of charcoal. The book was almost complete, each page full of different places, designs of various weapons or clothing and the faces of the people around her. When she arrived at her destination she could see the beginning of the sunrise, the colors dancing in the sky, and sat down in her favorite spot. It was under a big tree, not far from the edge of the cliff that was positioned a few meters away from the lake. She took a moment to admire the nature around her, as she had done so many times before. The lake was small and had a tiny waterfall running from a hill on the left. The water was shallow and clear, and just the perfect temperature for taking a bath. Clarke had drawn the lake many times, each from different angles, but could not seem to catch the beauty and feel of the place. She opened her book and decided it was worth one more try. Her hand hadn't moved many times over the paper in front of her when she heard someone coming from the woods. She put her book down and tried to get a look at who was coming, hidden behind the tree. Much to her surprise it was the commander, and she was alone. This was a rare sighting, seeing as her guards followed her everywhere. Clarke tried to stay behind the tree but it was the commander so she did not go unnoticed for long.

"Clarke. I did not expect to see you here," Lexa said, walking toward the tree.
"I could say the same for you." Clarke closed her book and put it behind her.
"Why have you come here so early? I thought Sky people preferred to sleep for as long as possible. May I?" Lexa asked and motioned for the space next to Clarke.
"Of course. I come here to look at the sunrise, and it's the only quiet place around."
As Lexa sat down Clarke inched herself a bit away from her, but not so much that it would be considered rude. There had been an incident a little while ago where they had to sit in close proximity, and Clarke found herself thinking about Lexa after that, and not as the commander of the grounders. To try and prevent that this time she sat further away. "Why are you here?" Clarke asked after a moment of silence.
"I come here to think sometimes. It's the only place I can get away from my guards and other people wanting my attention for a little while. I also like watching the sunrise."
"Wow. Who would've thought that the stoic and fearless heda enjoyed watching the sunrise," Clarke said shaking her head.
"There are many things you don't know about me, Clarke of the Sky people."
"Like what? Tell me something about you," Clarke turned towards Lexa and crossed her legs. Lexa was silent for a few minutes, watching the sunrise over the cliff and feeling the light breeze on her face. She closed her eyes and filled her lungs with air, before slowly letting it out. "There was once a girl," she started, "she was a lot like you. Strong, independent, stubborn." Lexa continued, telling her the story of Costia, the girl she had once loved. She told her about the Ice Nation and how they had tortured and killed her, all because she was Lexa's. It was very unlike her to talk about personal things, especially feelings, but there was something about Clarke that made the words flow. Ever since she fell from the sky about a year ago there was something about her that held Lexa's attention. The previous commander, Anya, would often come back to camp and talk about 'Clarke kom skaikru, daun branwada', and the girl who made her so angry always intrigued Lexa. Now that she had gotten to know her, her infatuation grew. As Lexa finished her story her head was hanging low, and her eyes were closed. There was a few minutes of silence while Clarke took it all in and processed this new information. "I am so sorry that happened to you, I can't imagine what that's like. Thank you for telling me." Clarke tried looking Lexa in the eyes, but had no such luck.
"Did you not love Finn?" Lexa finally raised her head.
"Not like you seem to love Costia," Clarke admitted.
"Loved. I have no love now, love is weakness." Lexa's hard expression was back and you couldn't tell that she had just shared her heart's deepest suffering.
"So you care for no one? You don't feel anything?" Clarke frowned at Lexa. She couldn't understand how someone couldn't love and have no compassion.
"No." As she answered Clarke's questions Lexa averted her eyes, because she knew that if she looked directly at her, Clarke would somehow know that she was lying. "I have to get back to camp, Indra wanted to go over some maps with me. I will see you later, Clarke of the Sky people," Lexa said as she stood up and walked away.

Clarke kom skaikru, daun branwada – Clarke of the Sky people, that brownwater.
(Brownwater is a term used by the grounders as an insult.)