The next morning Clarke awoke to a bouquet of sunflowers by her bed. Upon further inspection she saw that there was a note. In scrawling calligraphy it read; I hope these brighten your day as much as you brighten mine. Clarke was dumbfounded, she had no idea who they could be from, although she knew who she wanted them to be from. Clarke sketched the flowers in her journal before heading to breakfast. One thing she loved about Polis, was staying at the Commander's home. Each morning the kitchen was overflowing with a vast array of food to choose from. As she sat at the table she wrote in her journal about the flowers.

I woke up to a beautiful surprise this morning. I have no idea whom they could be from, but it's nice to think that maybe they are from Lexa. I know that is probably just wishful thinking but I don't care. She looks even more beautiful today, carefree and less stressed. I suppose it helps that the clans are now at peace. She was chosen to lead at such a young age, I can't imagine she has had many times like these. I wish I could tell her how proud of her I am and how much I adore her. I hope whoever left the flowers understands that my heart is already taken…even if the one who owns it has no idea it's hers.

Clarke sat down her pen and began eating her food in earnest. Lexa had been sneaking glances at Clarke all throughout the meal, loving the way she smiled whenever a particularly happy thought crossed her mind. She hoped that Clarke was thinking of the flowers she surely found this morning, it had taken Lexa a long time to pick out the perfect flowers from her private garden. She hoped to show Clarke the garden one day, maybe it would inspire her to draw more. Lexa knew that Clarke missed being with her family and had noticed the girl had stopped asking her about places to sketch. It broke her heart to see the blonde so dejected, today though, she seemed happier.

Clarke felt renewed by the small act of a kind stranger, she had finally been able to draw again. The day seemed brighter and she was happy to be alive. Maybe the gift had not been from Lexa, but it gave her hope for love. The blonde knew that Costia's death had been terrifying for Heda and tried not to push her feelings onto Lexa. The commander was tricky, while she said love was weakness she had been the one to initiate the kiss before mount weather. Clarke was hoping that she had not done too much damage when she had said she was not ready, it was like a game of chess and it was the Commander's move.

Clarke got up to take her dishes to be washed, skipping on her way.

"You seem to be in a good mood today," the Commander laughed at the girl's antics.

"I am," Clarke smiled, "it is a beautiful morning Heda."

After turning her dishes over to the wash maid and idea hit Clarke and she ran back to see if Lexa was still eating. Surprised by the blonde's speedy entrance, the Commander couldn't help but smile.

"Can I help you Clarke?" she chuckled.

"Actually, yes. Can you go to the beach with me today? I know you're busy and all but I don't know the way and I don't really want to go by myself. I really want to sketch the seagulls and the weather is perfect today. I understand if you have Commander stuff to do though," Clarke rambled.

Lexa held her hand up to stop the girl from tripping over her own words any further, "I would be honored to escort you to the beach Clarke."

"Awesome," the blonde squealed and ran back to her room to get ready.

"Indra?" Lexa called after Clarke had left.

"Yes, Heda," the warrior appeared by her side.

"Do I have anything pressing to take care of today?"

"No Commander."

"Good, if anything comes up, I will be at the beach."

"As you wish," with that Indra dismissed herself.

Lexa finished her breakfast smiling to herself, today was going to be great. She had not been swimming in quite some time, there always seemed to be some kind of crisis to take care of. Clarke had only been to the beach once, her first time to Polis. She had confided in Lexa then, that she did not know how to swim. Lexa had been astounded by that before remembering what Clarke had told her about water on the Arc, so she happily just stood in the sand with her admiring the view.

Today would be different, Lexa was dying to get in the water, and it had been so long. She put on the leather bikini she had special made, most people wore pieces made of a soft silk like material. Lexa on the other hand, felt naked without leather of some sort on. She also packed a softer suit for Clarke, if she so wished to join her in the waves.

It wasn't long after the brunette finished putting on her regular non Commander clothes that there was a knock on her bedroom door and a perky blonde bursting in.

"Ready to go?" Clarke beamed.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Lexa smiled and followed the blonde out of the house.

It was a ten minute walk to the beach, however the delight on Clarke's face as she took in the scenery made not taking the horses worth it to the Commander. The blonde was full of wonder and excitement as she let her eyes explore.

"Can I ask what broke your no drawing streak?" Lexa spoke up.

"Oh, so someone left me these beautiful sunflowers this morning. I drew them and I just felt like there was some hope for love. I missed drawing and I just want to experience that hope again," Clarke explained.

"Oh, that was nice," Lexa hid her smirk.

"Yeah, do you know who it was? I know that you have guards stationed outside of our doors at night, so whomever it was had to have some way to get passed them."

"I don't know, they must have some influence though."

Lexa smiled secretly as they continued to walk, she knew exactly how the flowers got there.