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Lexa's expression was serious as she stood in front of the first of a series of pyres, stretched out in a line just outside the front gates of Arkadia, someone was stood in front of each to light it on Lexa's cue.

Skaikru and Trikru alike were being joined in fire, their attacked having been burnt detachedly on the first day after the battle.

Respecting the Skaikru's lack of knowledge in Trigedasleng, Lexa spoke in Gonasleng, allowing for everyone to understand her without translation.

"People of the Coalition, today we say farewell to those we have lost, Skaikru and Trikru who fell together, in support of a single goal. Their sacrifice marks the beginning of a new age of cooperation and peace between our peoples."

Clarke smiled at her slightly as she touched Lexa's arm after the Commander fell silent.

When Lexa nodded her permission, Clarke cleared her throat before looking down at their peoples grave faces, "Skaikru have words that we say, words that are a goodbye as well as hope to meet again in the future."

She paused for a moment, linking her fingers with Lexa's, "In peace, may you leave the shore. In love, may you find the next."

Her people joined in solemnly, speaking the words as one.

"Safe passage on your travels, until our final journey to the ground. May we meet again."

"May we meet again." Lexa echoed quietly, heard only by Clarke, who squeezed her fingers lightly.

"Yu gonplei ste odon, oso gonas kom kongeda. Skai en groun-de."

"Yu gonplei ste odon." Came the final echo, said by every person present.

Inclining her head, Lexa motioned to the first of the torch bearers who turned and lit their pyre, the rest following suit until there was a towering wall of flames in front of the Skaikru camp.

They all stood there, holding a silent vigil until the sun set and the fires burnt down to nothing before they finally moved away to get some sleep.

Lexa was reluctant to allow her warriors to see her in a moment of weakness but she was forced to ask Clarke to help her get back to their room, placing an arm over Clarke's shoulders and then being steadied by Ontari. Who gladly lent a hand when she saw Clarke and Lexa struggling, carefully making sure she didn't hurt Lexa's arm anymore.

Once they were back at the room, Ontari excused herself quickly to go back to Raven, leaving Clarke and Lexa alone for the first time all day.

"It doesn't get easier does it." Clarke asked gently, as Lexa finally allowed herself to drop her walls. Grief and anguish flooding her features.

"I told you once before Clarke, before the mountain, to be a leader is to look into the faces of our warriors and say go die for me." Lexa said tiredly, "No, it doesn't ever get easier."

Clarke nodded, kneeling down in front of Lexa, who was sat on the edge of her bed, "One day we'll owe nothing more to our people Lexa."

Involuntarily, the corners of Lexa's lips quirked up slightly, "That's a fairytale Clarke. We'll never be done, not ever."

"Probably not," Clarke agreed, "But just for one night, let yourself believe that it's true. One day we will leave Polis, in the capable hands of your successor. And we will build our own little wooden house in the woods." She spoke softly, unlacing Lexa's boots as she did, gently pulling them off and then setting them to the side before pushing Lexa back on the bed.

"I will hunt for food unsuccessfully whilst you stay at home with our ten children." Clarke smiled softly, as she crawled onto the bed next to Lexa, pushing herself up on her arms so she was leaning over her. "And then when I come home empty handed, you will sigh and pick up your bow and then prove to us all what a bad ass you are by doing what I failed completely at."

"Ten children?" Lexa said disbelievingly.

Clarke shushed her quickly, "You united twelve warring clans before you reached twenty, I'm sure you can manage a houseful of kids." She grinned, "Anyway, and then on weekends, Ontari, Raven, Lincoln and Octavia will come over with all their children and we will have a meal together before we send the kids to play outside so we can all catch up."

Lexa sighed, lying her head back and closing her eyes as she pictured it, "That sounds perfect Clarke, it's just a shame that it will never become a reality."

Frowning at her, Clarke shook her head, "I thought we were believing in fairytales tonight." She said disapprovingly as Lexa rolled her eyes, smiling slightly as she decided to just humor Clarke rather than arguing.

"Fine, what are we naming the ten children you want to infest my house with?"

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine and then Jake for my father." Clarke answered seriously, biting her lip as she struggled to hold back a grin.

Lexa wrapped her good arm round Clarke's waist and yanked her down next to her, "Time to go to sleep Clarke, and for the record, it you ever suggest numbering an future potential children of ours again? I'll just kill you then and there."

"You're such a loving person." Clarke said sarcastically, as Lexa just shrugged and pressed her lips to Clarke's cheek.

"I love you, crazy Skai branwada."

Clarke huffed as she leaned her head against Lexa's shoulder, "You know I understand when you insult me in Trigedasleng now right?"

Lexa just ignored her, tightening her grip, "Goodnight Clarke."

"I love you Lexa."