"This is a terrible plan." Clarke said tiredly as Lexa dismissed her generals and the door closed behind the last of them.
Lexa leaned against the table where markers mapped out the lands and the placements of the armies she had command over, "I commend you for your restraint Clarke, you've wanted to say that for the last hour."
"Well I'm making special efforts to not question you in front of your people." Clarke smiled slightly, before waving at the maps again, "If you try this there's no guarantee of you coming back."
Lexa nodded, "You're right there isn't, but there's a good chance that it will work as well. A lot less people have seen my face than you might think, I rarely travel outside of Trikru lands except to capitols, and I am almost always wearing my warpaint. Without the paint or braids I can go unnoticed."
"Because people aren't going to turn and look at the most beautiful girl in the entire world walking past them." Clarke grinned, winking slyly at Lexa as she sat down.
With a laugh, Lexa took a seat beside Clarke, "You are very sweet Clarke, but trust me, I can fade into the background when I choose."
"Well then," Clarke said thoughtfully, "Take me with you."
"No, no way." Lexa shook her head firmly, "I will not risk your life in this, not that I don't trust in your abilities. But more than personal feelings, I need someone I trust to remain in Polis and lead, now that we are married there is no one I trust more to look after my people."
"I really don't like it Lexa." She said doubtfully.
Slipping from her chair, Lexa knelt in front of Clarke and placed her hands on Clarke's legs, looking up at her seriously, "This plan is not a guarantee of anything, you are right. And no matter how we look at it, it is a risk to any who go. So if you truly do not believe that I should go, if you believe the risk is too high, then I won't. We are married now, and our decisions should be made together."
Clarke's lips quirked upwards, as she leaned forwards to lean her head against Lexa's, "I hate that you're so reasonable. But you're right, you're always right, we don't know anywhere near enough about these people. You'll be taking at least Octavia though right?"
"And Ontari as well, the three of us will claim to be Azgeda, cast as much doubt on me and Octavia being Trikru as possible. Even now, grudges still run deep through regions of our two territories, it will make us safer." Lexa explained quietly.
"But what if she's recognized by him?" Clarke asked worriedly as Lexa pulled back and shook her head.
"Ontari was trained to be invisible, even many of Azgeda would struggle to identify her unless they worked in the Ice Palace itself whilst Nia was still alive. And the three of us will be dressed to appear inconspicuous."
"And whilst you're gone?" Clarke sighed.
Lexa smiled, leaning forwards to kiss her sweetly, "Look after our people, ai hodnes."