A/N: Hey everyone! I am so so grateful for everyone who had favorited and followed this fic and I love you all so much. So, I am heading to New York tomorrow morning and I thought you all deserved an update before I go so I made sure I wrote this as a priority! Don't worry though, I'm not saying there won't be any updates this week, but you guys just need to be a tiny bit patient and it may go down to an update every two days. But if that happens I promise to give you a monster chapter next weekend which I might even do any way haha. So bear with me because as I said, I am fixing the reasons for you know what on the show and next up on my hit list, of course, is the guy who started it all. See you in the next chapter! x
The initial aim had been to slip away without any fan fare or any grand gestures but they got caught up at the stables by Aden who was insistent that they should take him along.
"Aden, you need to stay here, if anything happens to me then you know what needs to be done." Lexa told him gently, leaning a hand on his shoulder. Of all the Nightbloods she had a hand in training, Aden held a special place in her heart, whether she could publicly show affection towards him or not.
"I know Heda, but I-" She fixed him with a stern look as Clarke swung herself up onto her horse behind them.
"That's right Aden, I am your Heda. And I say that you stay, do you understand?"
"Sha Heda." He bowed his head reluctantly as Lexa patted him on the shoulder.
"Try not to worry Aden, I ride with Wanheda today, I very much doubt my fight will end on her watch."
Without further ado she swung herself into the saddle, nodding at Clarke to calm her fears over Lexa tearing her stitches again, and then dug her heels into the horses side to push it into a quick trot towards the city limits.
Clarke hung back for a moment and leaned forwards the boy being left behind, "I'll look after her, did you get the sketchpad I sent you?" Aden nodded eagerly, "Then focus your mind and create something wonderful to show her when she returns."
She followed Lexa out quickly, soon catching up to ride shoulder to shoulder with the commander. They rode through the streets of Polis in silence, Lexa's people lining the streets to see them off, cheering for their Heda who would bring justice for the fallen.
Once they'd passed the city gates however, Lexa dropped the stoic commander mask and made her horse quickly sidestep into Clarke's, breaking into a canter as the blonde was thrown off balance.
The wind blew through their hair as they chased each other down the winding road that led from the capitol towards the Skaikru's lands, once the ground became uneven Clarke forced them back to a walk, fearing that they might cause Lexa's wound to reopen if she took a corner wrong or her horse landed too hard after a jump.
"That wasn't funny." Clarke said, shaking her head stubbornly as Lexa tossed her hair and grinned. "And stop looking at me like that, I'm annoyed at you, you have no concept of self preservation."
"Lighten up Clarke, like you said, you're here to take care of me."
"You heard that? God woman, you have ears like a bat!"
Lexa laughed aloud at the look of shock on Clarke's face, "We train from the moment we can hold a weapon to be warriors. As part of the training we hone our senses, it's not my fault Skaikru were stunted growing up in your little metal boxes in the sky."
Clarke threw a wet leaf at her that had gotten caught in her hair during their game, "Yeah, I was right before, can I have the serious, boring commander back now? You know, the one who doesn't make fun of me?"
Lexa shrugged lightly, "I thought you said you didn't want another war Clarke, this is the peacetime commander, if you don't like it all you have to do is stay out of my bedroom."
Clarke gasped as Lexa maintained a perfect poker face, "You did not seriously just say that."
She gaped at her a while longer before leaning in, "I suppose I can deal with this, although, I'm pretty sure we were in my bedroom."
She grinned wildly as Lexa struggled to stay impassive, "Is that a blush commander?" Clarke teased happily whilst Lexa shook her head in denial.
"Laugh now Clarke, but you won't be laughing on our return to Polis when I am too busy to entertain your evening...peace talks."
Clarke shook her head, still laughing, "I'm glad I get to see you, Lexa."
Lexa smiled at her, "I am too. I feel like I've waited my whole life to meet you Clarke."
They were silent after than for the rest of the ride, once they had passed through the blockade of Lexa's warriors and given the necessary commands, they somehow reached over and latched their fingers together, holding hands as the travelled the last stretch to Arcadia.
"This is it." Clarke stated apprehensively, the joking atmosphere from earlier completely gone.
"Don't worry Clarke, I'm sure your people will see reason and this will all be over very soon."
Clarke smiled over at her gratefully, knowing full well that neither of them actually believed that would happen.
"Ok then, let's get this over with." Clarke unfurled a white banner and held it high as they approached the gates. Muttering under her breath as she saw the guards on the wall tracking them through the scopes on their guns, "Well at least they haven't shot us yet."
A/N: Hey! So what do we think? That Lexa's insane right now for marching up to the gates of Arcadia? Me too haha, but don't worry too much, this is the woman who united twelve warring clans after all. What's just one more?