Lexa, Clarke, Anya, Indra, and Gustus all stand inside the Commander's tent.
"Do we have an alliance?" Clarke asks, holding out her hand towards Lexa.
For the past two hours, both leaders discussed possible scenarios between both people. A lot was still up in the air about the Ark, but for Clarke and her people, the alliance would mean they could remain in Tondc until the Ark came down. After that, Clarke and a few of her people would travel with Lexa and her warriors to hopefully talk peace with the Chancellor and his people.
Grabbing Clarke's forearm, Lexa nods. "We do."
The blonde smiles widely, and it takes all of Lexa's inner strength not to mirror the young leader. "I'll go inform my people of the new alliance," Clarke says, releasing Lexa's arm.
Green eyes watch as the blonde, Anya, and Gustus leave the tent. The Commander instantaneously notices one particular General stays behind. Internally, Lexa groans. No doubt, Indra has something to say privately.
Once the tent flap shuts, Lexa turns her attention to the maps scattered on the war table. She waits a few seconds, enjoying this little victory of annoying the General. "Speak," she finally commands.
"You cannot trust them, Heda," Indra sternly exclaims.
Lexa continues to examine the maps in silence.
"She wears Costia's dagger," the Chief General comments.
The Commander's head whips up from the table, and cold black eyes glare at Indra. The General immediately bows her head.
"Say what you wish to say, but be cautious of your words," Lexa demands.
Her head still down, Indra speaks, "I do not trust them and fear this alliance will cause your death."
Black eyes return to green. "That may be, but I will not start a war when it can be avoided."
"It can be avoided by killing them and keeping Skaikru up in space where they belong," Indra states, looking up.
Lexa fights the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose. Indra is a strong and noble warrior, but she does not do diplomacy well. "Killing them will not guarantee the Ark staying up in space. If I were to kill them and the Ark still comes down. War is what will happen. They have old-world weapons. We would win in the end, but hundreds if not thousands of my people will die. If my death falls at the hands of Skaikru. Then my spirit will choose the new Commander, and you will have your war, but I will not start it."
Indra stands quietly, gripping the handle of her sword tightly. A scowl permanently on her face. She's not happy with the outcome, but she bows her head none the less.
At this point, Gustus peeks his head inside the Commanders tent, "Heda, Skaiheda is here to see you."
Lexa nods her head towards Gustus to show Clarke in. Meanwhile, Indra grips her sword tighter and grinds her jaw.
Gustus holds the flap open, and Clarke marches in. The tension she's hit with makes her slow her steps. Immediately, she becomes cautious about what's happening.
"Is something wrong?" Clarke asks hesitantly, looking between Indra and Lexa.
"No, Klark. Indra and I were in a disagreement on how to handle a situation." Lexa looks back at Indra and commands, "Bants us." The General's jaw flinches, but she bows her head to her Heda and leaves.
Clarke watches the angry warrior leave. "She doesn't like me, does she," The blonde says not as a question, but as a statement.
Lexa's lips twitch into a small smirk before she quickly flattens them. "Indra does not trust easily," she comments. Clarke only replies with a slow nod.
It's quiet for a few moments, neither leader breaking their eye contact. Clarke is the first to look away and quietly studies the maps on the table.
Lexa silently observes the blonde with a small smile forming on her lips. "What brings you to my tent so soon?" She finally asks.
Clarke jerks her hand away from the table like it burnt her. "Oh... Uh... I wanted to ask you about training. You said you wanted to teach me."
"I did," confirms Lexa.
"When did you want to start," Clarke questions nervously.
The brunette slowly looks the blonde over, and Clarke feels her heart leap into her throat.
"Sunrise," Lexa hums, still ogling the blonde.
A heated shiver runs down the back of Clarke's spine, and warmth pools into the pit of her stomach. Has Lexa's voice always been that husky, or was she just imagining it?
Clinging to the table, Clarke tries to calm her libido by looking anywhere other than at the Commander. Unfortunately, blue eyes land on the divider that hides Lexa's bed from the rest of the tent. Earlier today, Clarke fantasized about jumping onto said bed. Now, a whole new image flashes through her mind making the blonde's cheeks promptly turn red.
"Klark," Lexa calls out, almost breathless.
"What," Clarke squeaks out, springing back from the table. Both leader's eyes lock on one another, and Clarke instantly regrets it. Yearning fills the emerald eyes, and as much as the blonde wants to look away, she can't.
Lexa has never been more thankful to have a table inside her tent then she is right now. She's also grateful it splits her and Clarke apart. Clutching the handle of her sword, the Commander asks, "Is there anything else you want from me?"
Clarke doesn't answer, but her eyes do fall to Lexa's lips.
"Heda," Anya beckons as she steps into the tent.
Both leaders flinch and turn to the General. Anya's eyebrows arch then drop as a smug smirk forms on her lips.
"I... I have to go," Clarke stutters, then practically runs out the tent. Only to hear Anya chuckle behind her. Clarke's redden face instantly cools when the cold evening air hits her. Sighing, she breathes in the calming air as she heads to the tent she shares with Octavia.