Lexa steps out of the bedroom to meet Anya.
"Commander, the generals have gathered at your request. Are you ready to join us?"
"I need you to stay with Clarke."
"I should be at the meeting."
"Anya, I need you here. You are the only one I trust to keep her safe."
"You still believe her to be in danger? From whom?"
"From me."
Before her once mentor can question her, Lexa turns to leave for the war room.
The two guards step aside, opening the doors for Anya to enter, she sees Clarke gagged and tied to the bed.
"What the hell is going on Sky girl?"
She paces towards the immobilized girl, pulling the cloth down from around her mouth.
"Anya, we have to stop her. She's going to kill them all, by tomorrow Azgeda will be decimated."
"You saw this?"
The young girl tips her head. "She can't control them, what I felt in my vision, it wasn't Lexa anymore. The past commander's spirits are taking over as she fades away."
"What can we do? She is stronger than any of us now. She'll see an attack coming a mile away."
"I can talk to her, reason with her, with them."
"Isn't that what got you gagged in the first place?"
"I have to try. If she attacks Ice Nation there's no turning back."
"If she doesn't listen?"
Clarke looks down forlornly. "I'll do whatever it takes."
Lexa strides up to her place at the head of the table as the attendants bow their heads in respect. The general from Ice Nation stands to her left, he opens his mouth no doubt in defence of his people. She calmly turns and snaps his neck. His body drops to the floor in a pile.
"Ice Nation have disrespected me and our alliance. For this they must pay. Some may say taking their Queen's head was enough. However she is just one person and our alliance serves to protect every man, woman and child in the thirteen clans. When they threatened that alliance, they threatened all of us. An example must be made of Azgeda."
Her generals listen intently. This could be the beginnings of a war.
"Issue a proclamation. I give the people of Azgeda one day to relinquish their allegiance to Ice Nation and move out of the Northern territory. Tomorrow, place a kill order on anyone left there."
"Heda. The people of Azgeda will never leave their home. Their honor binds them there."
"Honor to whom? A rotting head on a stick? Am I not Heda? They will honor me!"
"You are issuing a massacre. They are not all guilty of their Queen's crimes."
"You would question me?"
"Heda, we are your council. It is our duty to advise you so that we may reach the best decision for all of our people."
"I keep the council of twenty commanders, what makes you think I need you?"
She pulls out her dagger in one fluid motion slitting his throat, his ruby blood sprays out over her face. She looks around the table, blood dripping from her brow. "Any further objections?"
Her warriors stand torn between losing their own lives and committing genocide. No matter what they say now it can make no difference to the fate of Ice Nation. The commander's word is final.
"Go now. Prepare your armies." She orders and they file out in silence.
Titus and a few of the generals stand apparently quarreling outside the war room door.
"I need to see Lexa!" Clarke demands.
"Oracle, she is killing anyone who stands against her. She just executed two of her generals for disagreeing with her. You cannot enter."
"Let me talk to her Titus."
"Clarke, it is not safe. She isn't the person you love anymore."
"I have to believe she's still in there somewhere. If anyone can reach her, I can."
He sighs heavily, unable to disagree.
She pushes past him. Immediately doubting her decision when she sees her lover's blood stained face.
The Commander looks up from her Northern territory maps. "Clarke. You shouldn't be here. Where's Anya?" Lexa questions angrily.
"She's outside, she hasn't left my side."
"She wasn't supposed to leave my room."
"We couldn't let you do this. You have to know this is wrong. You're starting a war."
"I didn't start this."
"Perhaps not but you don't have to continue down this path. The Queen is dead, you did that. You saved me." She rips off the sleeve of her dress, using it to wipe the offending hue from her warrior's face.
The commander looks at her, her features softening for a split second before hardening again. "Tomorrow this will all be over."
"No. Look at yourself! You would never do this! Be strong, don't listen to them. Come back to me, please Lexa." Tears stream down her face as she wipes furiously at the blood, believing somehow if she wipes it all away her soulmate will be there underneath.
"Stop this." The commander grabs Clarke's hands, pushing them away. "You stand against us?"
She hopelessly nods, her eyes brimming over.
Vice like hands grab her by the throat, lifting her off the ground with ease.
"Lexa fight them. Please!" Clarke gasps.
The taller girl's eyes glaze purple and a sickening grin spreads across her face as her grip tightens.
She claws at her attackers arms as she feels herself slipping out of consciousness but they are unmoving, like steel. Clarke doesn't break eye contact, imploring her to let go.
Her assailant's eyes return to forest green, dropping her immediately.
The newly freed girl pulls in much needed oxygen.
Lexa exhales deeply as if forcing the violent voices out of her mind. "Clarke. I'm so sorry." She wraps her arms around the younger one's waist, holding her tight. "How did I get here? I can't remember. What's wrong with me?"
"It's ok, I'm ok. You're here now." Her Oracle forces out in a raspy voice.
"I'd never hurt you, please know I'd never hurt you." She buries her face into blond locks.
"I know. I trust you."
"I love you."
She feels Lexa's breathing steady again, lifting her head to meet their gaze she sees her girl returned to her and kisses her passionately. Her Heda melts into the kiss as if they haven't touched in weeks. Clarke runs the blade through her heart just as she breaks the kiss.
The shocked commander tenses and steps back, looking down at the instrument in her chest. Pulling it out she drops to the ground. Clarke kneels beside her, cradling her head into her chest.
"I love you. Forgive me." The Oracle beseeches, her lip quivering.
The light fades from her love's eyes.