A/N: Sorry guys about the long wait, I've been a bit busy with college. I hope y'all are still with me though and enjoy the chapter!

Clarke had been sitting silently alone in a tent for what she thought was a while now. Most of the time she spent by herself went by slowly however so she could not really tell. The same warrior that had accompanied her on the horse was just outside the flap of the tent standing guard. Her wrists were raw after trying to loosen the binds that now connected her to wooden chair.

Anya, the only person she could trust in the small camp, had been pulled a separate direction from Clarke when they dismounted. All she knew was that the woman was somewhere in the camp, which couldn't be far. The blonde tried to hold onto the thought of Lexa coming to rescue her. It must've only been a few hours since they were taken from Polis. The sun hadn't even come up yet. Clarke had to guess that it was still in the early hours of the morning.

The moment Nia strode in Clarke wished she was in solitary again. She slowly walked around Clarke while simultaneously running her index finger across Clarke's collar bone. When they were face to face again Nia kneeled down and left the same hand to lie on Clarke's thigh.

"Do you always try to seduce your prisoners?" There was a bit of sass to Clarke's tone but she otherwise kept a straight face. The touch quite honestly made her feel uncomfortable. It wasn't of a caring hand like Lexa's but a greedy one instead.

Nia looked taken aback for a second before leaning forward and asking, "Who said you are a prisoner?"

Clarke made a show of attempting to move her hands, causing the chair to wobble a bit.

Nia moved even closer, putting both of her hands on Clarke's thighs to support herself. She only stopped when she was a hair's length away from Clarke's ear. "You are not a prisoner- but you, Wanheda, are mine."

It was getting harder and harder for Clarke to control her anger. She quickly pulled her head back before forcing it forward and headbutting Nia in the nose. The queen stood up and turned around while wiping her face. Nia's hand fell to her side and Clarke could see a smear of red blood across the inside of a couple of her fingers. When she turned back around the woman had the same wanting look as before.

"I can play rough too, Wanheda," Nia smirked.

Before Clarke could react Nia rushed forward, placing her knee on the chair between Clarke's legs and forcefully pushing it towards her pelvis. The queen's lips latched onto Clarke's neck.

Clarke had been uncomfortable, irritated, angry, and fearful for others- Lexa, Anya, her friends, but now she was scared. It was like the blood running through her veins turned to ice and she couldn't move. She wanted to push Nia off but her limbs would not move. The last time she tried to discourage Nia it only encouraged her. She wanted to scoot further back in the chair but there was no where else to go. Clarke truly felt stuck, and Nia's proximity was only making her feel claustrophobic.

When Nia finally pulled away from Clarke, the blonde could already feel the bruise beginning to form. She avoided looking directly into the queen's eyes but could see a look of pride on the woman's face.

"Now I have claimed you in more ways than one."

Clarke couldn't let Nia win, refused to. She belonged to no one except for herself. The only part of her that could be swayed to belong to someone else was her heart, and if anyone had permission to lay claim to it Nia was most certainly not said person. "That's a bit cocky of you to assume," she declared boldly, feeling the exact opposite.

Nia tsked her. "You do not understand, do you, Wanheda?" The question was obviously rhetorical. "Wanheda is the commander of death. Whoever leads Wanheda gets to use her powers."

Clarke looked at the dirt beneath her feet with a glare. Nia hadn't been blunt, but she'd just made it personal. Whether the words were deliberately chosen or not the blonde did not know. Nia wanted more control, the control that Lexa held over the coalition. "I am not a thing that you may lead on a whim." Clarke thought she had won the verbal battle when Nia stared at her in silence. That changed when the woman began to laugh.

"I can kill you if you prefer. I thought you'd like the… pleasure of remaining alive, with me. Either way, your powers will be mine, in that you do not have a choice."

Clarke once again pulled at her restraints but this time more furiously. She wanted to yell at the other blonde, tell her she could have her powers. They were not something that Clarke held dearly, far from it. At the same time, the powers were not something a person like Nia should ever be allowed to possess.

Nia began to laugh once again. It was cut short when a body was pushed into the tent. Clarke jumped slightly but was not upset by the intrusion. She recognized the figure immediately.

Anya wanted to fight, it was in her nature. The only reason she allowed herself to be taken away from Clarke was so that she could get a basic idea of how many Ice Nation warriors were here. She was disappointed, it was clear that Nia had underestimated them. At most, there were ten soldiers. Anya had taken out two times that the last time she had been captured. This time, however, she had to be more careful. Carless fighting could get Clarke injured. Anya knew she had already miserably failed in her mission of keeping Clarke safe. It would not happen again, even if that meant she had to sacrifice her life to return Clarke to safety.

Clarke was slightly worried when Anya rose up. The other woman had cuts and bruises littered about, but they were only minor- nothing that Anya couldn't deal with. Two other people entered almost immediately after. One of them was a girl with black hair and facial scars, an obvious Azgeda warrior. The other person took away her breath, she might as well of been staring at a ghost.

Emerson scowled at Clarke with barely contained fury. Clarke did not expect to ever see anyone from Mount Weather ever again, unless they were haunting her in her nightmares. She didn't even flinch when Emerson lunged at her, just closed her eyes and awaited the blow.

Before the attack could land, Clarke heard a thud and opened her eyes. The woman that had entered with Emerson was restraining him against the ground. She then roughly pulled him up and pushed him towards Nia.

Nia quirked her brow as she spoke cooly. "You would do well to follow my orders, otherwise you will be killed. Now, do you have what I asked for?"

Clarke watched as Emerson took out a medical tube with needles on each end of it. It wasn't something she'd seen before while helping her mom out on the Ark. It almost looked crudely put together, she wouldn't be surprised if it was.

Nia nodded. "Now that we have this… Ontari, you know what to do."

Not even a second later than Nia had said that, Emerson's decapitated head fell to the ground near Clarke's foot. He was the only person from Mount Weather that she hadn't killed, yet he too was now dead. A wave of nausea hit her, it was almost bad enough for her to just tell Nia to kill her already. She swallowed it down. Clarke didn't know how Emerson became associated with Nia, but it didn't matter because his heart was no longer beating. If she hadn't pulled the lever in Mount weather, none of this would have happened. He would still be guarding the mountain and eating meals with his family. For that reason Clarke couldn't find it in herself to me mad that the man had tried attacking her.

When Clarke looked up Nia was in front of her with a sadistic grin.

"It is obvious that you are not going to cooperate. We could have been glorious, Wanheda. Together we would have ruled the world." She leaned closer to Clarke, causing Anya to struggle against her bindings. Her next words were whispers in Clarke's ear. "It is such a shame too. You have quite a lovely face, perfect for the wife of a true ruler. And your skin, so soft." At this point Nia's hands were roaming under the shirt Clarke had put on for the challenge. She wanted to recoil, hating the feel of the woman's cold hands.

Clarke looked at Anya who now had a sword pushed against her throat. She still struggled but reluctantly stilled when Clarke shook her head. If Anya died then Clarke wouldn't be able to forgive herself. The motion had been misinterpreted by Nia, which was obvious to Clarke when she opened her mouth.

"Oh? Perhaps I was too soft, we can always go rough again." With the flick of a wrist Nia had a dagger in hand and fluidly cut up the middle of Clarke's shirt until her torso was fully exposed. "Let us have some fun."

At this point Anya began to thrash. The guards outside of the tent came in, ready to end her life until Nia ordered, "No. This failure of a bodyguard can watch." The two of them replaced Ontari's position and held Anya to were she was on her knees and couldn't move her arms or legs.

Nia then returned her focus to Clarke. Where her hands had once been slithering along Clarke's pale skin they were now clinched tightly. Clarke wanted to cringe but knew it would only give Nia satisfaction. The feeling only intensified when Nia slowly raked her nails down Clarke's waist and leaned forwards. Before she knew it Nia's lips were latched back onto her skin. Clarke took a sharp intake of breath when the kissing turned into a bite on her shoulder. She could feel her skin breaking yet still refused to acknowledge Nia.

Clarke took a silent and relieved breath when Nia pulled away, not even realizing that she'd been holding it in. She was disgusted when Nia wiped blood from her lip.

"I," the single letter was said intensely, "am not one that takes kindly to being ignored."

Any resemblance of false kindness had left Nia's face and was replaced by an expression that quite frankly was unnerving enough to actually scare Clarke.

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The small group had decided it would be best for Raven to stay in the jeep, that way they'd be able to make a hasty retreat if needed. Lexa didn't want Bellamy to come either, his steps were too loud and his decisions too rash and never well thought out. Wanting to avoid confrontation, she did not tell him this. The most she could do was stick him in the back of the formation she'd devised. It was simple, just a staggered line. Lexa was at the front, followed by Octavia, Lincoln, and lastly Bellamy.

Lincoln and Octavia had never stopped carrying their swords, even when they were banished, so they were armed with those. Octavia had never been very fond of guns, they made killing too easy, so she didn't use them. Bellamy on the other hand refused to leave without his rifle.

Lexa didn't like the idea of having Bellamy behind her with a loaded gun but she allowed it for the sake of getting to Clarke quicker. She didn't know how many warriors Nia had so it could come in handy, but she would never use it herself. She had already decided that she would have to negotiate on the number of guns Skaikru was allowed to have. Lexa didn't even want them to have one but knew peace would be easier if they were allowed at least a few of the weapons they were comfortable with using. She could wean them off of them completely with time.

When Lexa held her hand up in a fist everyone's movements halted. She reached down and pulled a small dagger from her boot, took aim and fired. Azgeda underestimated her, that much was clear. The guards were too at ease and that would only lead to her success. Lincoln, seeing another patrol alerted by the noise did the same thing with slightly less precise accuracy, but still deadly. The group crouched down and silently, moved towards the end of the tree line.

Lexa scoped out the area, there were five tents. Four of them were in a square and the largest of them was in the middle, Lexa knew that was the one they would be keeping Clarke in. She didn't know how many people were in it, which made things a bit difficult but she'd been faced with greater odds before and come out victorious. The only thing that was different was that the cost had never been so high. She was considering what the best plan of action would be when the worst possible thing happened, gunshots.

The following events seemed to happen in slow motion. Lexa turned to Bellamy with wide eyes. She wanted to kill him on the spot, if one of her warriors had done something similar just that would happen. She had not yet given her order and his actions did two things: Given away their location and further endangered Clarke.

"Go, I'll distract them," Bellamy ordered while blindly shooting his gun.

Lexa understood what Bellamy was trying to do, but his plan was idiotic. Octavia looked like she wanted to murder him as well, Lincoln stood between the two as a barrier. Lexa would have to overcome and adapt, it wouldn't be the first time.

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Everything was silent in the tent. Not even a single breath could be heard. Clarke was now only in her pants, everything else had been stripped from her body. Her torso was littered with marks from Nia "claiming her". She wanted to cry but didn't, still not giving Nia the satisfaction of winning. It would do her no good. For the past few minutes until the interruption she hadn't been able to look at anyone, not even Anya. She felt too ashamed, too weak.

Nia growled then sighed. "It looks like we must move things along then. Ontari, bring it to me."

Clarke watched as Ontari pried Emerson's lifeless fingers open so that she could bring the tube to Nia. She then put one of the needles into her arm, waited until her blood began to flow, and handed the other one to Nia. Clarke attempted to struggle when Nia pulled at her arm, not understanding what was supposed to be happening. This only resulted in the appendage being slammed against the arm of the chair. She took a sharp intake of breath and saw Nia smirk venomously before jabbing the needle into her arm.

Anya figured out what was happening before Clarke did, and she knew the possible dangers of what could happen. The initial shock of seeing a natblida passed by quickly. If anyone secretly harbored one she wasn't surprised Nia was them. It was against coalition law and she would pay. The charges that could now be brought against her were numerous, none of that mattered in this moment however. "You will pay for this!" It had only felt natural for Anya to speak in her native tongue and she held too much fury to remember to speak in English.

Clarke got a bad feeling in the bottom of her stomach as she saw black blood flow into the tube. Her silent questions were answered by Nia, who spoke with satisfaction.

"It is told that black blood can only be born with. It is not something that can be transferred. No one has ever been able to see what would happen since we did not have the proper tool, not for the lack of trying of course. I must depart before I can find out my answer, but whatever happens you sadly will not suffer for long." She turned her attention to Anya as she finished speaking. "Say goodbye to the old Wanheda and welcome to the new. Do be sure to relay these events to Lexa, it's the only reason you're still alive."

At this point the black blood was entering Clarke's vein. Her body began to shake faintly, almost as if she was vibrating. She didn't know what effects the blood would have on her and she already didn't like it. She'd seen blood transfusions happen before, even done them herself, but the blood never moved as fast as Ontari's did. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen fast.

Nia strutted out of the tent on the opposite side that the noise was coming from. It was all Anya needed to make her move. She jerked her arm to the side so that her shoulder dislocated, which provided her with just slack to pull her arm away. After that everything else was easy. She swung her legs around the other warrior before breaking his neck with her free hand, something she'd learned to do many years before. She pulled his sword out and thrust it upwards into the final warrior that had chosen to mindlessly charge her. "Fools," she spat.

The gunshots had ceased but Anya could still hear the sounds of fighting outside. She wanted to chase the fleeing Nia. It was a coward's move to run, especially since Nia now believed she was Wanheda. Clarke had not yet died, therefore the spirit of Wanheda had not move on. Anya ran towards Clarke but was blocked by a stumbling Ontari. She'd just kill her and be done with it if the other woman wasn't a nightblood. Anya knew it'd be an easy fight, too much of Ontari's blood had been lost for her to be much of a match.

"Your queen has abandoned you. Stop this and you can come to Polis, live the life you were meant to live," Anya persuaded. She was buying time. Ontari's movements had pulled the needle from her arm so Clarke was no longer receiving blood but her shaking hadn't stopped. The blonde was slumped down in the chair, only being held up by the restraints placed on her, clearly passed out. She could tell that Ontari wanted to speak, argue in some way but she too could no longer stay conscious. The second her body began to fall Anya resumed her movements to get to Clarke and began to take the needle out and undo her restraints. It was difficult since she could only move one arm but she managed.

Just when she finished someone ran into the tent. Anya immediately jumped into a fighting stance, placing herself between the entrance and Clarke. A new Ice Nation warrior had managed to enter. Before Anya could do anything the woman was on the ground with an arrow sticking out of her back. After that there was a second of silence, then a familiar face entered.

Lexa rushed into the tent, looking around frantically. There were two dead warriors on one side, a decapitated man in the middle, and a fallen nightblood near Anya. She almost did a double take, shocked to know that Nia had been daring enough to keep one in her grasp. All of the surprise melted away the second she saw the state Clarke was in. Lexa made the motion to remove her jacket when she remembered she wasn't wearing one. All she had on was her gear from the challenge, never having had the time to change out of it.

Anya offered her jacket to Lexa, not able to look her in the eyes. She'd failed missions before but never one so important and not since she herself was a second.

Lexa didn't want to know what happened but she needed to. As she wrapped the jacket around Clarke she asked, "What happened?"

"I got myself captured so I would be able to remain near Clarke. When we arrived they put blindfolds on and separated us. A mountain man and this nightblood brought me here. Nia… she tried to convince Clarke to rule with her but she disagreed. When that happened Nia became violent and you can see the result of that." Anya shook her head, angry at herself. "When we heard gunshots Nia stopped and put what I guess is her plan into motion. She found a way to transfer black blood into Clarke."

Lexa paled. Black blood was sacred, she knew that just about better than anyone. It had been ingrained into her very soul. In her childhood lessons she was taught that only a select few people were gifted with the blood and that it was something many people could not handle living with.

"I have failed you."

Lexa picked Clarke up in her arms. She had failed herself. Clarke was now one of her people and she couldn't protect her. Nia had failed the coalition. Titus had failed her in breaking her trust. "We have all failed," Lexa replied solemnly. At this point the other three people from Lexa's party ran into the tent. Before any of them could come close she said, "We need to leave, now." She turned to Lincoln and continued in trigedasleng. "Bring the nightblood, she is not to be left here."

Bellamy tried to move forward and take Clarke from Lexa but she abruptly moved to the side and started moving in the direction of the jeep. The quickest she could move at was a jog, which for some people was a slow run. It didn't take long to reach the vehicle since she no longer had to be stealthy.

When Raven saw the group arrive she whispered, "Oh fuck," and pushed the passenger seat down so that people would be able to get into the back. She didn't bother to ask what happened. Anya and Clarke were clearly quite beat up, that much was obvious. If she needed to know then she could inquire at a later date.

It got cramped and fast. Lexa and Anya entered first, sitting in the left back side of the vehicle with Clarke laid out across their laps. Anya refused to leave Clarke again which is why she didn't take up the passenger seat. Lincoln chose to instead, in case Raven needed help with returning to Polis. Bellamy and Octavia were on the right side in the back, Ontari in the same position as Clarke.

The ride was quiet, the only voices being Lincoln and Raven when she needed help. Lexa rubbed the hair from Clarke's face anytime she made a pained groan. She made sure that the jacket stayed closed around Clarke's waist, not wanting her to loose her decency.

Just before they arrived to Polis, Bellamy tried to reach out and touch Clarke, only to be glared at by Lexa.

"Why are you acting like I'm the bad guy here? Your people are the ones that did this!" Bellamy yelled.

Anya wanted to lunge at him but didn't want to disturb Clarke. Octavia on the other hand had no problem with slapping her brother on the backside of his head.

Before the siblings could get too heated Lexa replied, "They are no longer my people." Her voice was both steely and emotionless, nowhere near how she actually felt. She was so worried, praying that the blood would not change Clarke, that it'd let her live. Lexa wanted revenge, and she was determined to have it. Blood must have blood. Nia had moved against her one time too many. She wouldn't have cared as much if it was just her, but Nia always went after people she cared about.

Raven pulled directly up to the gate. The bows and swords pointed at her caused her to feel anxious but not fearful, the windows were too thick for anything to easily penetrate them.

"Let me out," Lexa ordered. She and Anya were the only ones that could get the guards to stand down, and since she was closer to the front Lexa was the one that made the move to exit. Lincoln got out first, hands in the air to show that he was unarmed. Lexa followed and began barking orders.

"Alert my healer, we have three injured! Open the gate!" Lexa could see the shock on her warriors faces when they saw her step out of the vehicle. They immediately obeyed her and the gate started to open as they too began yelling. By the time it was fully open a horse drawn cart waiting for them.

Anya got on the cart first since she couldn't do any lifting at the moment. She felt absolutely useless. Lexa carried Clarke and put her next to Anya while Lincoln did the same but with Ontari. Octavia, Raven, Bellamy, and Lincoln stayed behind seeing as there was no more room. Lexa didn't have a problem with that, she'd spent more than enough time with them for the day. She did order one of the patrolling guards to accompany them back to the tower however. That much she was willing to do.

There weren't many people outside, seeing as it was late out. The commotion from the challenge had died down but it was obvious some were still startled. Anyone who saw them quickly ran out of the way, not wanting to be run over. Lexa had a private healer that she and other people living the tower used. Because of that privilege, the healer was given a house large enough to live and treat people in. She was glad to see that he was already waiting for them outside of the building.

Clarke opened her eyes when the cart jerked to a stop. The abrupt movement was enough to cause her to feel nauseous. She couldn't see anything, just blurry blobs of color. Clarke groaned and tried to roll to the side but her body refused to listen to her commands. Suddenly it felt like heavy weights were being placed atop her chest. Clarke had to take in labored breaths. She tried not to panic but couldn't even tell how she was doing. All of her senses were dulled. She closed her eyes, giving up on trying to see. A high pitched sound began to ring in her ears. Clarke felt weightless as if she was floating on air. Nothing was making sense.

"Clarke!" Lexa tried a final time before the blonde's eyes closed once more. They were now inside of the healer's house. When they stopped Lexa noticed Clarke was regaining consciousness and tried to get her attention but it was to no avail. Ontari was being taken care of by the healer's assistant, who was also very adept in her skills.

Anya would not see anyone for her injuries until Clarke had been taken care of and was on the road to recovery. She tried to pull Lexa to the side so that the healer would have room to work but the brunette refused to budge and held onto Clarke's hand.

The healer, whose name was Jax, first looked at the needle mark in Clarke's arm. It was still leaking blood, black blood. He bunched up a piece of cloth and asked Lexa to hold it in place over the mark, telling her it would help stop blood flow. He then moved to some of the more serious injuries. The bite mark on Clarke's shoulder was the worst of them.

After about twenty minutes of Jax working on Clarke his assistant came in and updated Lexa and Anya on Ontari. "The nightblood is going to be fine. She is in outstanding health, the only problem being the blood loss she sustained."

Titus would need to be alerted on the presence of a new nightblood. Lexa knew he'd be livid when he found out that one had been hidden from him. "Bring her and her belongings to the flame keeper. Have the guard that's outside escort you, no one can know she is a nightblood." Lexa would have to tell the advisors first and wait until Titus was informed, otherwise things could go over badly. Only then could the public have the chance to know.

Time continued to tick on by. Anya continued to refuse help from Jax's assistant. She only relented when Lexa ordered her to, saying she wouldn't be of any use if she couldn't fight. That wasn't entirely the truth though. Anya was more to Lexa than just a warrior; she was family. Anya was one of the only people that she could truly talk to as Lexa and not Heda.

Anya did remain in the same room as Clarke, however, that much she wouldn't budge on. Not much was done to her, most of the wounds she could have taken care of herself. Her shoulder was popped into place and her injuries were cleaned and bandaged, much like Clarke's were- the only difference being Clarke had more.

Jax took his time in caring for Clarke. Lexa was thankful that he wasn't rushing things, there was no room for error when it came to the blonde. After about an hour he announced, "Wanheda will survive. The wounds will heal in time. The… blood does not seem to be giving her any physical side effects but for all I know it could have harmed her mental state. We will not know until she wakes. It will be best to keep a close eye on her for the next couple of days. If you wish to return her to were she was staying I can come by tomorrow for a checkup."

Lexa nodded as relief flooded over her. Clarke was going to be OK. It wasn't that she didn't trust Jax to take care of Clarke but because it was easier to keep an eye on here in the tower. It was also more difficult for prying eyes to spot them there. "I will inform the guards to expect you tomorrow." Lexa turned to the side and watched Jax's assistant trying to convince Anya to wear a sling. Now that most of the stress had fallen from Lexa's shoulder she was able to feel amused. She rolled her eyes, it was obvious that the woman had not heard of just how stubborn Anya could be. "Anya," was all that needed to be said for the two to stop bickering.

Anya left the building first, making sure no one was watching them. A second later she signaled for Lexa to follow. Jax's house was right next to the tower so they weren't in the open for long. Clarke was in Lexa's protective hold, much like when she had picked her up in the Azgeda camp.

Silence passed amongst Lexa and Anya. Lexa knew why and she made a point to address the underlying issue quietly. "Do you remember what you told me the first time I failed a mission?" To this day Lexa remembered it clearly, as if it had happened yesterday. The former commander had tasked her with escorting a trader across territories, from Trikru lands to Sankru. It had been her first mission of the sort and she'd been quite excited to be assigned it. At the time, most of her missions were still done with Anya, so she was glad to show off her skills. They were ambushed by reapers and Lexa hadn't seen them since Bluma's death. She was stunned for too long and when she came to the man was too far gone to save. None of the reapers made it out alive after that and she vowed to never again fail.

Anya sighed. She could clearly remember her words from the referenced day. "Failure is inevitable, second. Without it one can not reach success. From this point on use your failure as stepping stones to get to the top. There can not be a winner without a looser. The taste of success is sweet, but to truly understand it the bitterness of failure must first touch your tongue. Dwelling on failure will only consume you until you are a hollow shell. Striving to be better, however, will lead you towards improvement."

Lexa paused, waiting for Anya to have enough time to soak in the meaning of why she asked the question. She decided to lighten the mood by joking, "If you don't listen to your own words then you'd be a bit of a hypocrite." When Anya glanced at her with both an amused and annoyed expression, Lexa knew she'd succeeded. Once the elevator got to the top floor, Lexa turned to Anya once more and spoke sincerely. "You are still the only person I trust to watch over her. Please… protect her if I am ever unable to."

Anya hadn't seen Lexa like this since Costia. The brunette was falling, and she was falling fast. The only person that could catch her was Clarke. She matched Lexa's tone when she replied, "I will not fail you in this, not this time. I swear my life upon it." Since Anya could not grasp Lexa's forearm, because of the fact the brunette was holding Clarke, she did so with Lexa's shoulder. She waited for Lexa to leave the elevator before, in a typical Anya fashion, asking, "Should I be guarding her room or yours in the morning?"

Lexa's face blushed. She didn't have time to respond before the elevator lowered and a smirking Anya went down with it. She knew it was just a joke. It was obvious that nothing romantic would be happening that night, nor would she ever take advantage of Clarke while she was indisposed. At the same time she did consider the question. Titus would surely be seeking her out early in the morning, wanting to discuss the discovery of Ontari. She was surprised that he hadn't already sought her out. For that reason it would be better for Clarke to sleep in her own room. That's what Lexa's head told her anyways. As was becoming usual, she ignored it and chose her own room.

Once inside Lexa carefully placed Clarke on the bed. She crawled onto the opposite side and wrapped a protective arm around Clarke. Sleep didn't come easy to her that night, and when it did it didn't last long.