Chapter Twenty One
"Would you like some help?" asked Clarke.
"No thanks, I have minions for that, hundreds of them," laughed Lexa.
"Minions! Unbelievable. What about decorating?"
"Minions."
"So you will just wake up in one bed and go to sleep in another, is that it?"
"That's about right. When you next come to Polis, Clarke, will you stay here with me?"
"Does that mean what I think it means?"
"I think so."
"Let me know when you know?"
"I know! Yes that's what I mean."
"I would love to. Should I wear a wig?"
"I'm pretty vanilla, but whatever."
"Oh you're laughing now! I mean are you going to worry that people are going to see me, you and me, me coming and going, staying overnight and then returning to the battlefield?"
"Oh it's too graphic, stop. I have raised it - "
"OMG the whole Army knows we're together! That's the whole country. Oh no!"
"What?"
"My mother."
"Calm down, but well, not the whole army, but it's going to be known, yes. I thought this is what you wanted."
"I am partly joking but, well it's a bit confronting."
"Too much?"
"Oh you are not getting away that easy, Lexa. I bought clothes for you."
"You went from hardly ever cracking a smile to the joker. It is a lot, I know. I am sorry."
"Me too, babe."
"Babe. Oh, Clarke! Say it again."
"I miss you babe."
"I miss you too."