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There are translations for the Trig speeches at the end of the chapter in the end note!


The Yiron Swega was the biggest festival of the Kongeda year. It was a holiday that had been introduced shortly after the Sorakru disappeared. The Elders of the twelve remaining Kru realized they'd need a way to ensure loyalty to their newest leader; Yiron Swega was their answer. Generations had passed and the tradition had grown to one of great importance. To miss the Yiron Swega was not unheard of but it was something the caused eyebrows to rise and social status to fall.

Word had spread among the Kongeda of the return of the lost Kru. Knowledge that Sorakru had returned and with them Wanheda had finally appeared had caused many people to scramble to ensure they were able to attend the ceremony. Even some who had already met with Heda in private and given the Oath had changed long-standing plans just so they could be there. The attendance for Clarke's first Yiron Swega was one for the record books.

Preparing for the ceremony was a daunting task. Clarke practiced the Oath over and over again while she showered and slid into her dress and braided her hair the way Titus's creepy hair lady had shown her. She repeated her own speech in Trigedasleng while she applied the heavy make-up she'd been told would let everyone know who she was. She took her time to make sure everything was exactly as Titus had explained and demonstrated.

"Are you ready Griff?" O asked from the other side of Clarke's closed door.

"Yes." She croaked.

"Could you maybe sound a little more sure?" Raven prompted.

Clarke took a deep breath, holding it for several seconds before releasing it slowly. She settled a trembling hand over her stomach and grimaced. She opened the door and shook her head. "I really don't think so."

"You have nothing to worry about," Octavia stepped forward to hug her. She rubbed her back gently before moving to Clarke's side and aiming a pointed look at Raven.

Raven just scoffed, "No, nothing at all to worry about. You're just reclaiming your birthright in front of thousands of people. And pledging loyalty to your girlfriend."

"Is this you helping?" Octavia snapped.

"Yes?" Raven quirked an eyebrow. "No?"

"Stop helping then," Octavia replied. She waited until the Latina nodded before turning back to Clarke. "You'll be fine. You've practiced the Oath so much you could probably say it in your sleep. Titus even told Indra how impressed he's been with you."

"And your dress is amazing!" Raven added. At Octavia's glare, she protested, "That was helpful!"

It was true too. Clarke had been pleasantly surprised to find out traditional Sorakru clothing was made from cotton and leather, making it comfortable and beautiful. As a Kru closely associated with birds they appreciated deep and rich colors. Royal blues, cardinal reds, sunbeam yellows, and leafy greens were featured prominently.

The dress Clarke had picked for the ceremony was a strong cotton that hugged her nearly as tightly as Lexa's arms. It moved and shifted with her every movement, restricting none of her actions. Cut low enough for Clarke to know it'd catch Lexa's eye but not low enough to bring about unwanted attention, slits up the sides that nearly reached the middle of her thighs allowed the floor length skirt to feel much less cumbersome than it appeared.

Clarke's favorite part of her 'traditional ceremonial dress' was the leather jacket she got to wear with it. The arms had been worked into a colorful collage of feathers, making the sleeves appear to be wings. The Sorakru symbol Clarke had selected, a triquetra surrounded by a circle and stars bordering the three sides of the central symbol, stood for life, death, and rebirth, was etched into the back of the jacket. The importance of the three qualities had always been important to the Sorakru, they respected all life and in return they were given the gift of the trust of the fauna of the world. They understood death came for everyone and everything and lived each day like they knew they may never see another. Above all, they believed they would all be reborn somehow, whether as a human or an animal was irrelevant; at each persons passing a cerebration was always held to say goodbye to one form and to ensure the spirits understood a new form would be welcomed.

"Her make-up is amazing!" Octavia's statement pulled Clarke from her assessment of her garments.

"Of course it is. It's blue," Raven replied. "It makes her eyes look so… blue!"

"You really do have a way with words Reyes," Octavia laughed.

Clarke chuckled along with her friends as she took in their appearances. They both had on leather jackets similar to her own. Octavia was wearing it over a royal blue blouse and a pair of black slacks. She'd sworn up and down she wouldn't wear a dress to the ceremony because she knew people would notice her baby bump too easily if she did. Raven had picked out a tight and short red dress that complimented every inch of her lithe frame.

"We look hot!" Raven smirked and nodded.

"We're going to kill this ceremony!" Octavia proclaimed.

"So Griff," Raven reached forward to clasp the blonde's hand. "You ready?"

Clarke took another deep breath, "I think so."

"So we get there and wait for our turn to give the Oath, you're going dead last." Octavia ran through their plans one last time before they headed to the ceremony. "You allow those who want to offer the Oath to you to do so. You announce who your advisors are going to be. Then you give Lexa her surprise."

"Then we party into the night!" Raven pulled Clarke toward the door.

"I hope this all goes the way we've planned it," Octavia followed them.

"How about you put out some positive vibes Blake?" Raven said over her shoulder.

Clarke nodded, "let's try to not jinx today."


The Yiron Swega was held in the Polis Grounder's football arena. Every ceremony since the Heda before Lexa's mother had held it there. There was plenty of room and facilities for everyone, not to mention the various concession stands for the food and drinks. Still, Clarke giggled at the idea of such a serious event being held on the field where young men tackled each other for fun.

Ai Hodnes: (6:42a)
Are you here yet Love?

Ai Houmon: (6:42a)
Just arrived actually.

Ai Houmon: (6:42a)
How are you doing?

Ai Hodnes: (6:43a)
I should be asking you that. Your
day has been good? Raven and
Octavia didn't drive you crazy
last night?

Ai Houmon: (6:44a)
My day has been okay. It'd have
been better if you had been able
to get ready with me.

Ai Houmon: (6:44a)
And my best friends were as
helpful as they could be.

Ai Hodnes: (6:45a)
Raven tried to make you nervous?

Ai Houmon: (6:46a)
Of course she did. O had my back
though.

Ai Hodnes: (6:48a)
I'm sorry I couldn't prepare with
you. Or stay last night.

Ai Hodnes: (6:48a)
Titus insisted on going over
everything and then demanded
I get a solid 8 hours of sleep.
The look he gave me when I
said we would get plenty of
rest made me uncomfortable.

Ai Houmon: (6:50a)
Titus is such a taco blocko.

Ai Houmon: (6:51a)
But he was right… we wouldn't
have slept for 8 hours. We'd have
been lucky to get 5.

Ai Hodnes: (6:52a)
Sorry Meizen.

Ai Houmon: (6:54a)
No worries. But you're mine tonight
Woods!

Ai Hodnes: (6:54a)
I'm always yours Griffin.

Ai Hodnes: (6:55a)
I have to go now. Anya and Titus
are here to lead me onto the field.

Ai Houmon: (6:57a)
See you in a few hours! Ai hod
yu in!

Ai Hodnes: (6:57a)
Tease!

Ai Hodnes: (6:58a)
I love you too!

"Hey! Clarkey!" Raven burst into the suite Sorakru had been given for the day with a bottle in her hand. "Look what I found!"

"No Raven," Clarke plucked the bottle from her hand. She marched to the door Raven had slammed behind her and opened it to find an angry Octavia and concerned Abby.

"Mama G! Tell her it's okay!" Raven said over Clarke's shoulder. She reached around the blonde, trying to grab the bottle back.

Instead of offering a reply Abby took the champagne from Clarke and handed it off to one of the security guards outside the door. She asked her to take it away and to keep all other alcohol out of the suite until after the ceremony.

"What?" Raven blanched at that. "I can't have a drink?"

"You have to take part in a very serious ceremony today Raven. This is a big deal," Abby scolded the younger woman. "You can't be drunk when you give the Oath."

"I don't want to be drunk. I want to be tipsy." The Latina replied, the whine barely there in her tone.

Octavia moved around her friends and into the suite. She sank onto the couch and tried to get comfortable. That was a nearly impossible task.

"Linc says we'll be here for a while. He said the Oath giving doesn't usually end until after 11," she huffed and shifted again. Then she swung her legs up onto the coffee table. "He also said Heda requested this furniture be placed here for us, so we'd be comfortable and out of the public eye."

"Lexa thinks of everything," Clarke smiled softly at the thought of her girlfriend.

With an eye roll, Raven walked to the couch and flopped down next to Octavia. She pulled her friend's feet into her lap and started to massage her lower legs. "Anya says Lexa is more nervous for this Yiron Swega than she was for her first. She thinks you make Heda nervous Griff."

"It isn't me," Clarke shook her head. She watched her mother settle on the couch with her friends before closing the door. She grabbed a few bottles of water and offered them to the other women before sitting in an armchair across from the couch. "Lex is worried about how her people will react when the rumors are confirmed. She said Sorakru's legend is a major part of Kongeda mythology. Now that we're back, it may upset the balance or something."

"I'm sure everything will be fine," Abby assured her daughter.

"Yeah," Raven nodded.

"We took down Cage and Emerson and MWC," Octavia added. Her eyes were drifting closed and she was barely able to stifle the yawns that came every few minutes. "We can handle this. And whatever else is thrown at us."


Hours. Clarke and her friends had been in the suite for hours. They had watched the ceremony off and on all morning. They'd gushed over the tiny little kids who gave their oath to Lexa. Raven had asked Clarke several times if her ovaries were okay since every time the blonde watched her girlfriend interact with a three or four year old child she'd sigh and her eyes would grow soft and distant.

Of course Clarke took the time to appreciate Lexa's outfit. She hadn't been allowed to see it before the ceremony; Lexa wanted it to be a surprise. The dark grey, very form fitting, dress had a leafy lace overlay and an open back. Lexa's tattoos were on full display. Clarke both loved and hated that. She adored looking at Lexa's inked skin. She couldn't stand the idea of thousands of people seeing the art though.

Then, just before 11:30, Lexa's advisor Ryder came to fetch them.

"Wanheda," He bowed his head when he greeted Clarke.

"Ryder," Clarke replied easily. She'd grown used to the Grounders showing her deference. She didn't really enjoy it but she was growing accustomed to it.

"It is time for you and your guests to join Heda and Anya on the field," He said as he stepped aside to allow them out of the room.

Without hesitation Clarke stepped into the hallway. She froze when she was met by a half dozen gigantic men and women.

"So… what's with the American Gladiators?" Raven asked from just behind her.

"Heda wanted to make sure you made it to the field without any issues," Ryder explained. "These are a few of Heda's personal guards."

"A few? How many guards does Heda have?" Abby inquired.

"Only a dozen or so she trusts with her life. And these six are the only ones she trusts enough to care for Wanheda," Ryder answered. He held an arm out for Clarke to take, not moving until she did so.

Octavia laughed at that, "are you saying Heda has taken half her own guards and given them to Clarke?"

"Yes," Ryder nodded.

"You've got body guards! Lexa gave you body guards!" Raven poked Clarke in the back, right between her shoulder blades. The nearest guard, a woman who was easily several inches over six feet and had very broad shoulders, latched onto her wrist and squeezed. Raven tried to yank her hand away, "Clarke! Tell this one to be nice!"

"You should not touch Wanheda without permission," The guard hissed.

Clarke glanced back, "I appreciate the gesture, but Raven's fine."

"She touched you without asking," the woman replied, still not releasing Raven's wrist.

"I know. It happens a lot," Clarke sighed. "I'll let you know when I want her to stop. For now, please release her."

As soon as her wrist was free Raven moved to walk on the other side of Octavia. She rubbed her wrist and glared at the guard. When the guard smirked, Raven rolled her eyes. "You better hope that doesn't bruise. Anya will be pissed if it does."

"Anya should have told you not to touch Wanheda," the guard snapped.

"Enough Ana," Ryder admonished. "Thank you for your help, but Raven meant no harm. And we're at the field. So look sharp."

A hush settled over the small group. As soon as Clarke's feet touched the grass the silence filtered its way through the thousands gathered in the arena. Clarke, Raven, Octavia, and Abby were joined by Bellamy, Jasper, Monty, and Clarke's godmother, Byrne, as they approached the stage.

Lexa's dress was even more amazing up close. Clarke could make out the leaves in the lace overlay and the subtle swirl of dark green missing with the dark grey. It was a jaw dropping outfit.

Hanging back, Clarke watched as her friends offered their oath to Lexa. She smiled when Lexa smirked at Raven's fumbling of the words and she grinned when Lexa quietly coached the Latina through. Then, when her friends had either moved to stand in the designated Sorakru area or, in the case of Octavia, Raven, and Monty, to stand by their significant others, Clarke nodded to Titus.

He accepted a microphone from Anya and stepped forward. He cleared his throat and spoke loudly, "I know you are all waiting for Wanheda to take her turn but she has planned a surprise for Heda. She wanted to give it to Heda before offering her oath."

Titus nodded to Ryder, who then nodded to Lincoln and Anya. They made their way off stage quickly and hurried to a set of double doors. Clarke watched them for a moment before turning back to meet Lexa's eye. She grinned at the confusion she read in the green. When Lexa's brows came together and she mouthed 'what did you do?' Clarke shrugged and smirked. Then Lexa's eyes lifted from hers and found Lincoln and Anya.

The double doors were pulled open to reveal a large group of people. It was the majority of Sorakru. Another seven hundred or so who came to swear fealty to Heda even though they hadn't known a thing about their heritage until Clarke and her friends had contacted them.

Standing to the side of the stage, Clarke watched as her people, Sorakru people, offered their loyalty to Lexa. Many more had turned up than she'd expected. A small fraction of her people hadn't been able to make the ceremony. They all promised to make their way to Polis soon to complete their Yiron Swega.

Finally, after more than another hour had passed, it was Clarke's turn. She pulled her hand from the crook of Ryder's arm and straightened her dress and jacket before striding toward Lexa. She smirked at the pride she read in Lexa's eyes and hoped her girlfriend would read the same thing in her own eyes.

"Wanheda," Lexa said firmly. Clarke almost hesitated in her approach. She wasn't used to that tone being aimed at her. That was Heda speaking, not Lexa.

"Heda," she replied after she'd cleared her throat.

"Our people are waiting," Heda informed her.

"Of course," Clarke allowed Wanheda to fill her mind. She let her own mask fall into place before she knelt in front of Lexa and offered the Oath. "Ai badan yu klin, Lexa kom Trikru, Heda kom Kongeda. Ai tombom mafta jos yu. Ai melon wich in yu noun. Ai uf lon yu op. Ai hou ai kof em op gon yu taim gaf yu in. Ai sonraun a kof em op go yu deyon en otaim." (I swear fealty to you, Leksa kom Trikru, Heda of the Coalition. My heart follows only you. My head trusts your wisdom. My strength is yours to use. My hearth is offered to you if ever it is needed. My life is offered to you this day and all of the rest.)

Clarke almost let out a relieved breath when she completed the Oath without stumbling over any of the words. Instead, Wanheda met Heda's eyes and waited.

"Yu gonplei ste ai gonplei. Yu houp ste ai houp. Ai na shoun yu kom raitnes, kom ai melon en ai tombom. Ai mochof gon yu wichnes," (Your fight is my fight. Your hope is my hope. I will lead you with justice, with my head and my heart. I thank you for your loyalty.) Heda nodded. Lexa wanted to fight her way to the surface then, to ask Clarke if she noticed the change she'd made to her response. Instead, she offered a hand to Wanheda and helped her to her feet.

Titus stepped forward again, lifting the microphone as he did so, "At this time, any who wish to swear fealty to Wanheda must step forward."

To the surprise of both Heda and Wanheda, three quarters of the people moved to form a line to swear their loyalty to Wanheda.

"Lex?" Clarke whispered as she watched the people move.

"Meizen?"

"Why are there so many?"

Lexa laughed, allowing Heda's mask to slip away completely. She was going to spend the next few hours standing beside Clarke as a proud girlfriend, not just Heda. "They know good leadership when they see it. You need to give your speech Titus helped you with now. Then we can move on to their offerings."

Clarke took the microphone again and cleared her throat. When the crowd had quieted she spoke clearly, "Ai laik Wanheda. Ai badan yu klin, Lexa kom Trikru, Heda kom Kongeda. Em gafs laik ain. Ai sis em au kom em gonplei. Em kru en ain laik won." (I am Wanheda. I pledge my loyalty to Lexa kom Trikru, Heda of the Coalition. Her needs are mine. I help her with her fight. Her people and mine are one.)


It was after two in the afternoon by the time Clarke made it through the line of Oath Offerings. She'd grinned at children and laughed with the elderly who made jokes. She'd loved every minute of it, even if her stomach was aching for food. She'd only managed to nibble on a few chips between Oaths.

"Come, Love," Lexa prompted her to move forward to the microphone Titus offered. "You must announce your advisors."

"Right," Clarke took the microphone and held it tightly. She'd agonized over this decision for weeks. She had only finished her list of advisors the night before. "Hello, people of the Kongeda. I have been asked to inform you of my choices of my advisors. First, my mother Abby Griffin, a brilliant doctor. Second, my godmother Byrne O'Rourk, a first class military strategist and Interpol investigator. Third, Bellamy Blake, a historian and wise man. Last, but certainly not least, Raven Reyes, a scientist unlike any other I've ever met."

"Heda," Titus prompted.

"These are wise selections Wanheda," Lexa nodded. "You have chosen wisely."

Titus took the microphone from Clarke and handed it to Lexa. At Clarke's questioning glance, Lexa smirked. She knew Clarke hadn't anticipated any other announcements but she couldn't help herself. She needed to announce her intentions. She needed the Kongeda to know Wanheda was hers and she was Wanheda's.

"Nau daun Yiron Swega don ste odon en fou Geda Op ai souda ridiyo op. Mous get yu in Wanheda en ai don ge teina. Ai strat teina ai keryon kom Wanheda aftaim. Em laik ai Mana-Hodnes. Teik em in ai meika en teik ai in em meika." (Now that the Yiron Swega is finished and before the party can start, I must speak true. Most of you know Wanheda and I have been entwined. I plan to entwine my soul with Wanheda in the future. She is my intended. She has accepted my hand and I have accepted hers.) Lexa's announcement was met with a roar and whistles of approval. She reached down and laced her fingers with Clarke's before bringing their joined hands up to her mouth to press a kiss to the back of Clarke's. "Wanheda laik ai Mana-Hodnes!" (Wanheda is my intended love!)

"They seem to approve," Clarke's smile grew and grew. Her blush rose up her neck and onto her cheeks as she waited for the crowd to quiet again. Every time she dipped her eyes or tried to hide in Lexa's neck, they just started cheering again.

"Of course they do," Lexa replied before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "They know good people when they see it."

After twenty minutes of continuous cheering, mostly because Lexa wouldn't stop pressing small kisses to Clarke's forehead or hair or ear or jaw, the crowd finally settled. Clarke's face hurt from smiling. She cheeks burned with her blush.

"Won las telon. (One last word)" Lexa spoke again into the microphone. "Ai cuz, Lincoln, don em in meika kom Octavia kom Sorakru. Em laik em Mana-Houmon. (My cousin, Lincoln, accepted the hand of Octavia of Sorakru. She is his intended wife.) En ai cuz, Anya, don em in meika kom Raven kom Sorakru. Em laik em Mana-Hodnes. (And my cousin, Anya, accepted the hand of Raven of Sorakru. She is her intended.)"

Again the crowd roared its approval. The Woods cousins stepped up next to Heda and Wanheda, the three couples smiling and nodding and waving to the crowd.


If anyone had asked Clarke that morning when she'd wanted to do with the day she'd have said she just wanted to get the ceremony over with. Now, at 10:30 at night, she wanted the Gada Op, the reception party of the Yiron Swega, to be over with. She'd been awake since 4:30 that morning. The only part of the night she was happy about at the moment was the fact that Lexa had brought her a change of clothing for the reception. She was dressed in her tightest jeans, which happened to be Lexa's favorite on her, and her navy and sky blue flannel.

She searched the crowd for her girlfriend, knowing she'd be back soon with drinks for the both of them. Spotting Lexa in her red leather jacket wasn't all that hard. She was talking with Costia and Roan, sending small glances Clarke's way. Instead of waiting, Clarke approached the trio.

Handing the blonde her drink, Lexa wrapped her arm around Clarke's hips and pulled her into her side. She listened while Roan discussed his plans for Azgeda Tech but soon found her attention focusing on her girlfriend.

"Roan," Costia placed her hand on his chest and laughed. "You've lost Heda's attention. You may as well save your breath and make an appointment to meet with her next week."

"Of course," He nodded and grinned at the dazed sort of smile on Lexa's face. "I'll give you a call Heda."

His smirk was almost enough to pull Lexa out of her Clarke-induced haze. Almost. Instead she offered some sort of noncommittal reply and turned to face Clarke fully.

"Hello Meizen" she leaned down to press a kiss to her pulse point.

"Hodnes," Clarke whispered.

"I missed you last night," Lexa said, pressing another kiss just below her ear. "I have a surprise for you when we get home though. I think you're going to love it!"

A clearing throat stopped Clarke's reply. The women glanced to the side and were met with Niylah's sharp eyes on them.

"Heda, Wanheda," Niylah acknowledged each of them with a nod.

"Hey Niy," Clarke replied.

"Niylah," Lexa arched a brow. After the last time she'd spoken with Clarke's ex-whatever, she hadn't expected to see her again let alone speak to her.

The woman stepped closer and bowed her head, "Heda, I have heard rumors."

"Rumors?" Clarke echoed.

"There is word that Nia is here. She is seeking you out Heda." Niylah explained.

Just then, the crowd parted and revealed Nia Ashdown. The woman approached slowly, her smirk and cold eyes enough to force others out of her path. She came to a stop a few feet from Lexa and Clarke.

"Lexa," she purred.

"I believe you mean Heda," Niylah corrected.

"Ah yes," Nia's eyes snapped to the younger woman. "Clarke's lap dog. Getting desperate are we?"

"You've been banished Nia. The police are looking for you," Lexa said loudly. "Why are you here?"

Nia's gaze shifted slowly back to Lexa. She looked the young woman up and down, her gaze dissecting and calculating. Then she looked around. Everyone within a thirty-foot radius was turned toward them. If there was one thing Nia liked nearly as much as power, it was attention.

"I had a thought while I was away. About Wanheda."

"And what was that thought?" Lexa asked.

"If she's truly the descendant of Dria and Talon then she is our rightful Heda. That is her true birthright," Nia's Grinch-like grin stretched her thin lips. "You are keeping us from our true leader Lexa kom Trikru."

Titus stepped forward then, "Clarke is the true descendant of Talon and Dria but according to our ways, Lexa is Heda."

"So you've changed our ways to suit your needs," Nia hissed at the bald man.

"Heda doesn't have time for your games," Titus growled.

"What do you want?" Lexa questioned. She didn't want to wait around all night while Nia played up the dramatics. "Speak your piece and leave."

"I issue the challenge," Nia announced loudly.

The crowd around them gasped. Murmurs raced through the people as they whispered to their friends and families. The challenge had never been issued before.

"I accept," Lexa replied with no hesitation.

"Name your champion," Titus said to Nia, knowing arguing with Lexa over this was useless."

"My son, Roan."

Titus nodded before turning to Lexa. He saw Heda's mask settle further over her features before he spoke, "Heda?"

"Ai laik Heda, non na throu daun gon ai." Lexa spoke clearly.

"Very well," Titus nodded. He'd known what she was going to say before the first syllable left her lips. "The challenge has been issued and accepted. The duel shall take place tomorrow at dusk in the Field of Memories."

Nia and Titus swept away through the crowd, leaving Clarke with Lexa and Niylah. The blonde glanced between her ex and her girlfriend, wanting to know what had just happened. Neither spoke. Niylah whispered her apologies for not warning them sooner before disappearing into the people again. Clarke waited for Lexa to speak. When she didn't, she took her hand and pulled her through the crowd and up to the suite she'd occupied earlier that day.

"What just happened?" Clarke demanded as soon as the door closed behind them.

"Nia wants to have me removed as Heda," Lexa shrugged.

"With a duel?"

Lexa nodded, "so it seems."

"What kind of duel?" Clarke asked.

"The kind with swords I'd imagine. Roan's always been good with blades."

Clarke blanched at that, "Swords? Blades? What?"

"Meizen," Lexa tried to sooth.

The door flew open, a panting Raven and slightly winded Octavia stood in the opening. An unimpressed Anya and an annoyed Lincoln quickly appeared behind them.

"What the hell?" Raven gasped as she stumbled forward into the room.

"What did Nia just do?" Octavia completed Raven's thought.

"She issued a challenge. Lexa has to fight Roan. With swords!" Clarke informed them, glaring at Lexa and her shrug. "Why are you not upset?"

Lexa shrugged again, "I knew she'd try something. That's just how Nia is."

"Swords Lex!" Clarke yelled.

"I know Meizen," Lexa took a few steps toward her and wrapped Clarke in her arms. "Try to not be too nervous. I'm pretty good with swords myself."

Clarke shook her head before dropping her forehead down to Lexa's shoulder. "It's a duel Lex! What happens if you die?"

"This isn't medieval Europe, Meizen. It's a duel but deaths rarely happen anymore." Lexa tried to comfort her.

"What do you mean 'anymore'?" Clarke's head lifted from Lexa's shoulder quickly.

Lexa knew she'd made a mistake with her words. The duels were more of a formality. There hadn't been a death in a duel in 150 years. She squeezed Clarke's waist and explained, "That it is rare for it to result in – "

"Lexa Woods!" Clarke snapped and shook her head. "You better not let that ape kill you!"


The Oath: I swear fealty to you, Leksa kom Trikru, Heda of the Coalition. My heart follows only you. My head trusts your wisdom. My strength is yours to use. My hearth is offered to you if ever it is needed. My life is offered to you this day and all the rest.

Heda's Response: Your fight is my fight. Your hope is my hope. I will lead you with justice, with my head and my heart. {Lexa added the head and heart part of this. Titus is not happy!} I thank you for your loyalty.

Wanheda's Pledge: I am Wanheda. I pledge my loyalty to Lexa kom Trikru, Heda of the Coalition. Her needs are mine. I help you with your fight. Her people and mine are one.

Heda's Announcement: Now that the Yiron Swega is finished and before the party can start, I must speak true. Most of you know Wanheda and I have been entwined. I plan to entwine my soul with Wanheda in the future. She is my intended. She has accepted my hand and I have accepted hers.

Mana-Hodnes (intended love.) {Pre-engaged}

Mana-Houmon (intended wife) {Engaged}