When the characters are speaking in italics, they are speaking in Trigedasleng.

The only character I own is Reese.

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Lexa tapped her fingers rhythmically against the arm of her throne.

Clarke never returned later than moments before nightfall from one of her hunts, and stars had begun to sprinkle the sky hours ago.

Lexa had spent the first two hours reminding herself that Clarke was more than capable of finding herself out of any given situation, as she had proved to the brunette multiple times in the past.

That, along with the welcome distraction of the hourly lookout's report, kept Lexa's worry at bay until the guard began their change of shift.

It suddenly dawned on Lexa that this meant the arrival of midnight, and Clarke still hadn't returned.

Lexa didn't hesitate in sending a team to search for Clarke, and when they came back with nothing to offer as to where the blonde could be she sent out another group, who again came back empty handed.

Now, as she awaited the return of the latest group, Lexa was finding it hard to keep her worry from showing through her rigid commander facade.

Just as she rose from her throne to resume pacing the length of the tent, a wide eyed second burst through the entrance.

"Forgive me for barging in unannounced Heda, but my team has found Wanheda."

Lexa steeled her gaze at the young warrior's antsy demeanor, and she straightened her posture before responding.

"I'm assuming there's a reason that you are telling me this news rather than Wanheda herself, is there not?"

Though she tried, Lexa couldn't keep the hint of fear out of her voice as she suggested that Clarke was anything other than unharmed.

"When we found her she was unconscious Heda, and she appeared to have been attacked. We took her straight to the healer's tent."

The warrior avoided Lexa's gaze as he delivered the news, and a jolt of nausea overcame the young commander momentarily.

Seeing Lexa's change of demeanor, the young man stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder softly.

"She's alive, and since we found her she will stay that way. The healer is expecting you."

Lexa nodded greatfully and dismissed him before drawing a deep breath in and leaning heavily against her throne.

With the extended amount of time that the clans had been at peace, Lexa had almost forgotten what it felt like to feel threatened.

More importantly, she had forgotten what it felt like when someone she loved was threatened.

Taking in another breath, Lexa steadied her balance and exited the tent.

She couldn't afford to dwell on her own worry, not with Clarke unconscious in a healer's tent.

Lexa, trailed by two guards, quickly made her way to the small tent that housed the city's healer, Reese.

Upon entering the tent, Lexa waved a hand to her guards, signaling them to wait outside.

Once the guards bowed and took their places at the tent's entrance, Lexa approached Reese, who was examining the shoulder of a very pale, and very unconscious Clarke.

Lexa allowed her commander demeanor to falter as she scanned the Blonde's battered body.

"I was wondering when you'd come by Heda, welcome." Reese glanced over his shoulder at her before waving his hand toward the opposite side of the room, prompting the brunette to quickly take her place at Clarke's side.

Now that Lexa was facing Reese, she could see the worry lines that stood out against his weathered face as he continued his examination of Clarke's shoulder.

"What injuries did she sustain?" Lexa's voice came out softer than she had expected, and it took a moment for the older man to respond.

"She has some nasty bruises on her back, as well as a bruised rib or two. Her shoulder was, and still is twisted out of place, but not for long. Her lip was busted when they brought her in, but I've managed to seal that off, and I'd bet anything that the nasty bruise on her temple means our Wanheda has had a hard hit to the head."

Lexa's nostrils flared at each injury that Reese described, her instinct to protect the blonde overshadowing her concern.

As she took Clarke's hand, Lexa noticed a bloodstained cloth that had been placed carefully upon the unconscious girl's collarbone.

"What about that?"

Reese sighed heavily and allowed his gaze to connect to Lexa's.

"That, is your only clue as to who attacked Wanheda."

Lexa furrowed her brow as Reese peeled back the cloth, revealing an angrily red cross upon Clarke's collarbone.

A knot formed in the commander's throat as she traced the yellow outline of the mark, knowing it as an indication of poison.

"The poison is controlled Heda, but both of us have seen this before. You know as well as I do who did this."

Lexa nodded and took Clarke's hand in her own before responding through a tensed jaw.

"The Lost Clan has surfaced Reese, and they want a war."