A/N: Well you can't say I don't listen to you guys haha. So I had a whole plan for this chapter and then sent me a review. So, this one is for you! :) Hope you like what I did! Also, time for another ask the audience lol, I am in two minds of whether I want to do a City of Light storyline or not so I am putting it to you. Reviews have been dropping slightly and that's cool, I know we don't always have time to give feedback, but if everyone could take just a minute to say whether they think I should or shouldn't and also what could go into it, I would be eternally grateful. Thanks guys! I love you all :D Also, I am kindof feeling better although I haven't stopped coughing all day and I feel like I've ran a marathon twice over even though I haven't moved. Anyway, please let me know :) xx

"Heda, how much do you love Clarke?"

"When are you going to have your bonding ceremony?"

Lexa sighed as she sat on her throne, being bombarded by questions from the young night bloods sat in front of her.

"We are supposed to be in the middle of a lesson." She said, smiling fondly as she raised a hand to silence them, "I understand that your lessons have been less frequent since Titus left us but you need to focus whilst I teach you."

"When's Titus coming back Heda?" One of the youngest asked quietly, tapping on her foot as they spoke.

Lexa smiled at the girl, shifting out of her throne to sit on the ground next to her, "Titus isn't going to be coming back little one, I'm sorry but he had something very important he had to do."

One of the others looked at her with wide eyes, "Is he looking for more of us?" He asked softly.

Shaking her head, Lexa placed her hand on his shoulder, "No Will, Titus isn't the Flame Keeper any more. He's on another very important mission for me."

The children gathered around her all made varying sound of upset and disappointment. It was times like these that had always upset Lexa the most, when she saw just how young they all were and felt sick to her stomach at the idea of what they would be made to do when she died, but now that she was changing the conclave everything had changed. It felt as though a weight had been lifted that all of the children than she loved as her own would life past her.

The only night bloods not present were Ontari and Aden, who had outgrown the lessons that the younger ones still had to learn from Lexa, especially now she had a basis of what she had to teach them for their roles after she was gone.

"So who can tell me-?" Lexa started, cut off almost immediately by the very youngest of them, who was only six years old.

"Can we play a game Heda?" The tiny girl cried out, as she practically bounced up from where she was sitting.

The rest of them all sucked in a breath as they stared at Lexa waiting for a reaction, scared for how she would react to being interrupted whilst she was trying to teach.

To their surprise, Lexa smiled as she ruffled the girls hair, "Ok then, honestly I am not in the mood for a lesson today either." She almost felt guilty about neglecting their training, but now they weren't destined to fight to the death, she wanted them to enjoy the chance to be children that her and Luna had to fight to have for themselves.

Excited cries went up from the nine young eleven young night bloods that were in the class. Lexa smiled at them as she stood up and beckoned them to follow her out of the room and into the elevator to take them down to the square outside the front doors.

The people trading in the market area watched in amusement as their Commander traded a small dagger from her boot for a ball, tossing it towards one of the kids with a smile.

"Here is the game. Throw the ball between all of you, if I get hold of it then the person who threw it takes my place." Lexa grinned, remembering when Anya had played the same game with herself and Luna in one of the rare moments when her mentor had taken a break from chastising them for the many things they did wrong.

She played with the young night bloods for hours, losing herself in the games they played, running through the city and catching them up in her arms when she reached them.

In another time she would have held back, convinced that to show even passing affection would lead the people of Polis to see her as weak, but those days were gone. Instead Lexa revelled in the delighted cries of the children in her care as her people laughed along with them, hiding the small night bloods under their market stalls as Lexa passed by so they could chase after her, almost quite ambushing her before she would spin and catch hold of them again.

A long time ago, Titus had told her that she could never love those training to take her place, that it would cloud her judgement and put them all in danger, it had taken a girl falling from the sky to make her realize that his words had been through fear rather than from any great truth. He had been afraid of what her people would do, but he had been wrong, Lexa could see it in their faces. The people of her city would give their lives to protect the little ones of her bloodline, even as she would herself.

As night fell, she gathered the night bloods up and dragged them back to the tower, carefully making sure that she had accounted for every last one.

When they got back up to the floor the night bloods slept on she found herself hauled in to the biggest bedroom on the floor with them all crowded around her and laying curled up as they begged for a story.

"Tell us about the war of the twelve clans?" Some of them asked excitedly, eager for tales of the great war that the Commander had won to bring all of their peoples together.

Chuckling, Lexa shook her head, "That is not a tale for bed time little ones, and that is covered in your history classes."

Will rolled on to his side and looked at her with sparkling blue eyes, that reminded her painfully of Clarke's, "How about the story of how you met Clarke?" He asked quietly, all the other children immediately clamoring for the same tale.

Lexa sighed and then nodded her head, lying back so the two youngest could curl up against her sides, laying their arms heavily across her stomach.

"It was after the attack on Indra kom Trikru's village when I rode out to answer for Skaikru's crimes. I had spoken with Marcus of the Skaikru and sent him back with my demand for the Skaikru to leave our lands. What I didn't expect was for their leader to come back with an offer of her own."

"Wait, you haven't actually told us about meeting her!" Madi cried out, the smallest girl who's elbow was digging into Lexa's rib.

Gently she shifted so Madi was laying more comfortably and smiled, "Fine then. So, I was waiting in my tent, and I hear Gustus outside threatening their leader that if she hurt me he would kill her. And then in walked Clarke, the most beautiful girl I had ever layed my eyes upon. She glared at me with such determination that I actually stopped to consider what she was saying. When she said she could bring back the reapers and turn them to me, Indra almost killed her where she stood."

"What happened then?" A fascinated voice came from somewhere near her ankle, as Lexa looked up at the ceiling.

"Then I stopped her and I told her to prove it. So she took me to where Skaikru first camped, the place they called the drop ship. And when we went up Lincoln was dead on the floor, with Octavia crying over him."

The boy draped across her knee leaned up to look at her face, "But Lincoln is alive?"

Lexa nodded, "He is. I ordered the Skaikru killed, believing I had been deceived and led into a trap. But to my surprise, Abby and Clarke brought Lincoln back from the dead as I watched. Even then, Clarke was Wanheda, because she refused to let his fight end."

"Is that when you loved her?" Madi asked again, her quiet voice revealing how close to sleep she was.

"No." Lexa whispered, her own eyes beginning to droop closed, "I have loved Clarke kom Skaikru from the first moment I laid eyes on her."

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