Okay so here it is! I'm not going to lie, this chapter was pretty hard to write. I know you guys were really looking forward to it so I really tried to get it right. I just sat down and wrote and this is what came out. I hope you all enjoy it!
The journey to Polis only took a few days. For Clarke it felt like much longer. She was not ready for what was going to happen when she made it to Polis. She was going to see everyone, her mother, Bellamy, Octavia, Raven, Monty, all of the people that she had left behind after the mountain. They were going to reunite and they were going to see the type of person that she had become: a cold blooded killer. Clarke was dreading each of these reunions. Yes, there was a little excitement just at the prospect of seeing the people she loved again, but when they saw her, they weren't going to see Clarke. They were going to see an empty shell that once belonged to Clarke. The reunion she was dreading the most was Lexa. The girl who had haunted her dreams after the mountain, who still haunts her dreams. Her feelings for Lexa were still very confusing. She wasn't nearly as angry as she once was, in fact she wasn't sure if she was angry at all. If she was honest with herself, she missed Lexa, but Clarke was not willing to admit it, not yet at least. Her feelings didn't matter anyway right? It had been two years, Lexa probably didn't care for her anymore and even if she did, she cared for the old Clarke, not the one that she was going to meet.
Clarke spent most of her time on the journey thinking about what she was going to say to everyone when she saw them again. How she was going to apologize for leaving, apologize for letting them think she was dead. She had locked down a lot of her emotions over the two years she had spent in Azgeda, and she was not ready to open those floodgates, not even sure if she could at this point. Still, she was trying to put as much honesty and emotion into what she was going to say as she could. She knew it didn't matter. In the moment, she would probably either freeze up and forget what she wanted to say, or block her emotions off even more to a point where she would barely say a word to them, but she was preparing anyway. It helped pass the time, and it helped prepare her for what was coming.
When she wasn't thinking about the upcoming reunions and what she was going to say, she was talking with Roan or Queen Nia. Roan had been able to sense her discomfort the whole journey, and he knew how hard this was going to be for her, so he tried to keep the conversations light to help keep her mind off of everything. Clarke appreciated what he was trying to do, even though it didn't work very well.
When she spoke with Nia, it was usually about Lexa and the Summit meetings. She would tell Clarke the types of things she wanted her to say, how she wanted her to act, how she wanted Clarke to show off everything she had learned and how much of a grounder she had become. Clarke hated every second of it, but she had no choice. She listened to every word Nia said and she made sure that she was going to do all that was asked of her. No more Skaikru were going to die for her failures, that she was sure of.
Nia's army arrived at the gates of Polis at midday. The army headed to the portion of Polis that was sectioned of for Azgeda while Nia, Roan, and Clarke headed for Polis Tower. Clarke was in shock of Polis. The tower was bigger than anything she had ever seen and Polis was full of so much life. She had seen a lot of different cities within coalition lands and travelled to a lot of different villages when there was someone she needed to kill, but none of them were as large or as lively as Polis.
The three of them stopped in front of the tower and dismounted. Each of the clan leaders were supposed to meet in the throne room when they arrived. They would meet their ambassadors there, there would be a short little meeting, and then they could go to their quarters. Each clan was given their own floor in the tower and those who were involved in the meetings were each allowed to stay, so Clarke would be staying in the tower for her time in Polis.
Nia led the way into the tower with Roan and Clarke flanking her sides as guards would. They made their way into a metal box, and when the door closed, it began to move. Clarke recognized it as an elevator which she was thankful for. Sure she was in shape, and an elevator would not make for a good escape if she ever had to make a hit and then escape from somewhere in the tower, but she did not want to have to climb from the ground level all the way up to the Commanders throne room.
The elevator ride felt like it lasted forever. Clarke could feel her heart beating so hard in her chest, she was surprised that the other two in the elevator couldn't hear it. This was it. In a few moments she was about to see some of Skaikru and she was about to see Lexa. Clarke reached behind her and pulled her hood up over her head. Nia had told her that this was how she wanted to reveal Wanheda as a member of Azgeda. Clarke was wearing form-fitting blue and grey furs of Azgeda, instead of the usual black that assassins wore. She had her black clothing with her as Nia had said to be prepared for The Shadow's appearance, but for now she was in Azgeda colors. Her hair was braided back in her usual way, but the hood covered it and most of her face, so no one was going to know it was her until she removed it.
Finally, the elevator doors opened and Nia and her two guards stepped out. They were a little late, as Nia chose to be on purpose, and they headed for the throne room. There was a set of guards waiting for them and when they arrived, the guards opened the doors to the room. Clarke took a steadying breath. This was it.
Nia stepped into the room with Roan and Clarke a little behind her on either side. Clarke kept her head down and her hood up and she stopped a little behind Nia when she stopped.
"Queen Nia, I assume you have a good reason for being late." There it was. The voice that had haunted Clarke in her dreams. The voice that belonged to the woman who had betrayed her at the mountain. The voice of the woman Clarke was trying desperately not to let have any affect on her. Clarke swallowed thickly, knowing that she was going to reveal herself at any moment, terrified of the reaction she was going to get.
Nia bowed her head a little before the Commander, "My apologies Commander. The trip to Polis took longer than I expected." Clarke heard a few huffs of annoyance from some of those in the room, obviously not buying Nia's lame excuse. Nia ignored them and she turned a little to her right. "You already know my son, Prince Roan kom Azgeda," Nia introduced.
Then she turned to her left. Clarke's heart was pumping so fast she thought it might explode. This was it. "I believe you know my second guard as well. Allow me to introduce, Wanheda, Legendary Mountain Slayer, Clarke kom Azgeda." At those words Clarke removed the hood from her head, straightened out her posture, and looked directly ahead. Immediately blue collided with green. It was like they were magnetized, their gazes meeting automatically. There she was. The Commander sitting tall on her throne in all her glory, her war paint spread beautifully across her face. She was as ethereal and terrifying as Clarke remembered. She could hear gasps throughout the room, most noticeably from the right side of the room where Skaikru was sitting, but she didn't turn to face them.
Kane and Octavia were sitting in their chairs as the leader and ambassador of Skaikru and Bellamy and Lincoln stood behind them as the guards. The shock on their faces was clear and it was obvious they were all trying hard to hold themselves back from speaking up or approaching Clarke.
There were a few other murmurs from others in the room, but Clarke didn't listen to them as she stared straight ahead into those piercing green eyes. She could see the stoic mask of the Commander fall away for a split-second before she regained her composure, but it was enough for Clarke to see and judging by the smirk on Nia's face, enough for her to see as well. The room had fallen into an awkward silence as everyone waited for the Commander to respond, but she seemed to be frozen in her throne. Indra was the one to make the first move from her position behind Lexa's throne. "What is the meaning of this?" she sneered. "Clarke is a member of Skaikru and has been missing for a little over two years."
"Oh on the contrary," Nia said back a smile on her face. This was the happiest Clarke had ever seen Nia and it made her insides twist in discomfort. "She is my guard and a member of Azgeda, isn't that right Clarke?"
Clarke bowed her head slightly just barely able to pull her gaze from the Commander's to meet her Queen's. "Sha, ai kwin," she said to the surprise of those in the room. Nia's smile only grew as she moved to take her place in her seat on the far left side of the room beside her ambassador. Roan and Clarke followed behind them, taking up their places behind the two seats.
Of course for Clarke, Azgeda was directly across from Skaikru and Clarke was forced to face them as she stood in her spot. All of their eyes were trained on her and their was still shock etched across each of their faces, but she thought she could also see a little relief.
The moment that hood had been released, Lexa had frozen. Clarke was here and alive and serving Queen Nia. Something was off, but Lexa didn't have the ability to question it as her eyes were glued to Clarke's. She knew she needed to say something, anything, and the voice of the Commander inside her head was screaming at her to do just that, but she couldn't. She saw Indra move slightly from her position behind her and she assumed that Indra had spoke, but the blood rushing in her ears prevented her from hearing anything. She didn't snap out of it until Clarke removed her gaze to look at the Queen.
Lexa used the time of Nia moving to her seat to collect herself and regain her composure. She knew she wasn't going to be able to continue any more of this meeting, and as Azgeda was the last clan to arrive, she was able to dismiss everyone. She cleared her throat and spoke with authority, "Tomorrow at dusk the celebrations will begin. We will meet at midday tomorrow to begin our meetings, but for right now you are all dismissed. Please, enjoy Polis and we will reconvene tomorrow." She waited for a moment for everyone to acknowledge her and a chorus of 'sha Heda' filled the room. Then she spoke again, "Wanheda, if you would remain."
The room began to clear out quickly after that. It was clear that Skaikru wanted to stay and get some answers, but Indra ushered them out, knowing the Commander wanted to talk to Clarke alone.
Clarke followed Queen Nia to the door and stopped. "You know what to do," Nia said with a smirk, "When you are done here I want you to go down to the sparring pits. Show everyone what you have learned and that Azgeda is not to be messed with. After that we will meet and discuss what happened today and our plan for tomorrow."
"Sha ai kwin," Clarke replied and with that, the Queen left.
With everyone else gone, Clarke closed the door, sealing just herself and Lexa in the room. Clarke kept her hand on the doorknob and her back to where she knew Lexa was waiting, and she waited for the Commander to speak. Her stomach felt like it had been twisted and tied into a million knots and her heartrate had yet to slow down to a regular pace.
When everyone had left Lexa stood from her throne and made her way off the dais. She waited for Clarke to finish her final words with Queen Nia and then the door was closed. Lexa took a hesitant step forward, but Clarke didn't turn around to face her. "Clarke?" Lexa asked, her voice cracking slightly. Clarke's grip on the doorknob tightened and her body tensed. "Clarke?" Lexa repeated again, her voice still not yet steady.
This time Clarke closed her eyes and let her body relax. "God, it feels good to hear your voice," Clarke admitted. The admission surprised her. She knew she had finally forgiven Lexa, and she had started to realize and accept the fact that she had some feelings towards the Commander, but she hadn't realized just how much she had missed her.
Clarke slowly turned around to meet the glossy green eyes of Lexa. "Ar- Are you alright?" Was the first thing Lexa asked. Clarke just nodded. It was a lie, she was anything but alright, but she wasn't going to put that on Lexa.
"Where have you been? What happened to you?" Lexa asked, her voice heavy with emotion. It looked like she wanted to approach, wanted to reach out for the blonde, but she held herself back and stayed glued to her spot.
Clarke swallowed the lump in her throat. "That's a long story. Queen Nia-"
"Clarke, why are you following her? What does she have on you?" This time the Commander's voice was much more steady and tinged with anger, not soft and full of emotion. Lexa knew that Clarke wouldn't follow Nia just because she wanted to. There had to be an explanation to this, Nia had to be forcing her somehow.
Clarke took a deep breath, "I'm following her because she is my Queen." It was a lie and both Clarke and Lexa knew it, but Clarke tried to go with it anyway.
Lexa shook her head, "No. You wouldn't. You're too good for her. What does she have on you?" Lexa asked again.
Clarke couldn't hold herself back anymore. She thought she had blocked off all of her emotions, but it was clear she hadn't. Being in Azgeda, with only Roan, she had managed to close herself off, but being here, seeing the genuine look of care in Lexa's eyes, Clarke realized she hadn't blocked herself off at all. She had hidden from her feelings, ignored them, but now that she was out of Azgeda territory, now that she was here in Polis, she couldn't hide any more. "Please, let's not talk about her right now," she said and she took three quick steps forward and wrapped her arms around the Commander. Clarke felt Lexa tense in her arms before she relaxed and returned the hold, hugging Clarke tightly. Clarke nuzzled into the Commander's chest and breathed in her calming scent, something else she hadn't realized she had missed. Lexa held onto Clarke tightly, like she would slip away and disappear if she didn't. Both of them had to fight back their own tears.
They stood like that for a few minutes before the separated. "You aren't mad at me?" Lexa asked.
"I was," Clarke admitted. "For a really long time I was, but someone helped me realize that that anger wasn't getting me anywhere and that you did the right thing for your people." Lexa could read the pain in Clarke's eyes as she spoke, but she didn't press her for anymore information. Later she would ask for more, but now wasn't the time.
Lexa reached up and cupped Clarke's cheeks in her hands. Clarke closed her eyes and pushed her face a little into the touch. She wasn't supposed to react this way. She wasn't supposed to feel anything, especially for the Commander, but she couldn't help it. Clarke had been through so much. She was tired of the pain she was feeling, of feeling angry, of feeling alone, of feeling weak. Lexa didn't make her feel that way, and Clarke couldn't help but soak it in. "I thought I'd lost you," Lexa whispered.
"I'm right here," Clarke whispered back.
"Clarke, please. What happened?" Lexa asked as she stared into Clarke's eyes. She could read in those eyes that Clarke had been through a lot. They used to be a bright blue, full of hope, and now they were a dull blue almost grey color, and they looked to be full of despair and pain.
"After I left Arkadia, I was on my own for about three weeks. I was attacked in the woods, taken prisoner, and my captor brought me to Queen Nia. From there I was put through a lot of trials and when I succeeded I was trained to become a warrior and accepted as a part of Azgeda," Clarke said. She wasn't ready to tell Lexa everything that had happened to her, and she wasn't allowed to tell Lexa about her becoming an assassin. This was the best story she could come up with.
Lexa knew Clarke was skimping out on the details. She knew there was so much more to this then what Clarke was saying, but Clarke didn't seem to want to say any more. Clarke knew Lexa was going to keep asking her questions that she wasn't ready to answer yet, and she was feeling way too much all at once. She needed to get away and give herself a chance to breathe. "I need to go," Clarke said and she could feel Lexa tense up a little at the words. "Queen Nia gave me some more orders and I need to follow them." Clarke watched as a flurry of emotions ran across Lexa's face. It was clear the mention of Queen Nia brought up anger within Lexa, but then that anger dissipated and settled into sadness, and Clarke thought maybe even fear. Fear of what specifically she wasn't sure. Could it be over me? Clarke thought, but she quickly pushed that thought aside. Clarke reached up and grabbed Lexa's wrists that were still on her cheeks. She squeezed them once and lowered them away from her face. Clarke held onto Lexa's wrists, sliding down to her hands as she took a few steps back. When she was far enough away, their hands separated and Clarke left the room before Lexa could say anything to stop her.
Lexa was frozen in place. She watched as Clarke left the room and then turned and walked out onto her balcony. A lot was going through her mind. The most important fact was that Clarke was alive, but why was she here? What did Nia have on her to make Clarke follow her? After all this time, why did Nia want to reveal her now? What had Clarke been through? She had seen some emotion from Clarke, but it was clear to Lexa that the blonde was different, much more closed off, much more distant. It was unsettling, but she couldn't help the slight tinge of relief she felt. Clarke was alive, she wasn't mad about the mountain, she didn't hate her, and she was here, and Lexa was going to do everything within her power to help Clarke. Whatever Nia had on Clarke, she was going to figure it out and she was going to stop it. She was going to get Clarke back, no matter how far she had to go.
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Clarke quickly made her way out of Lexa's throne room and into the elevator. She could feel her heart beating so rapidly in her chest, she knew it wasn't healthy. She had spent all her time in Azgeda learning to close herself off and block her feelings, and she had done well, she barely felt anything anymore, but seeing Skaikru, seeing Lexa, they brought some of that emotion back. Clarke was kicking herself. She had a job to do and the fate of Skaikru was in her hands. She can't fail Nia, and she can't let her emotions get the better of her.
Her first talk with Lexa wasn't exactly what Queen Nia wanted. She wanted Clarke to go into the painful details of what had happened to her. She wanted Clarke to blame Lexa, to make her suffer over everything that had happened to Clarke. Clarke didn't blame Lexa, and she certainly didn't want to make her suffer, but it was what Nia wanted, so she was going to do it. However the conversation they had just had wasn't the right time. Clarke had said enough that she was sure Lexa was hurting, sure she probably blamed herself at least a little for what had happened, she just didn't know exactly what happened. Clarke would tell her, but at the right time, and the conversation they had just had wasn't it.
When the elevator doors opened Clarke stepped out. She took in the bottom floor of the tower which was bustling with people and servants. It seemed to be the dining area of Polis. Clarke could feel eyes on her as she walked. She was positive that after the meeting, word of Wanheda's presence had spread. Being watched was new for Clarke. She had spent the last two years hiding in the shadows or disguising herself when she was out in public. She would blend in with the crowds, and no one would pay much attention to her. Now she was walking through Polis and she was the center of attention. Everyone wanted to see her, to confirm for themselves that Wanheda was still alive.
She made her way through the busy streets of Polis and followed the sounds of clashing metal until she came up to the sparring pits. She started to walk to the pits to find a sparring partner, but stopped when she heard her name called. She turned around and was met with Raven who barreled into her, wrapping her in a tight hug. Clarke returned the hug loosley and the mechanic let go. "It's true. You're alive," Raven said in awe as her eyes trailed over Clarke's frame.
"Yeah, I'm alive," Clarke confirmed as Octavia came up from behind Raven and stopped beside her. She met Clarke's eyes, but didn't give Clarke anything else. Clarke wasn't sure where she stood with Octavia. The last time they had talked, Octavia was pissed at her and Clarke assumed that she still was. "It's good to see you Octavia," Clarke tested.
Octavia smiled. "Yeah you too," she said. Clarke smiled a little, relieved at the seemingly genuine response. "What happened to you Clarke? Where have you been?"
Clarke pulled her gaze from the two girls, unable to meet their eyes, "It's a long story."
"We've got time," Raven said.
Clarke sighed, "I have orders from Queen Nia. I don't have any time to talk, I have to train."
"Okay then, let's go," Octavia said as she took a few steps towards the sparring spits. If Clarke wasn't going to talk with them, then she was going to have to fight with them, or at least Octavia.
"Octavia, don't," Clarke warned.
"You want to spar, let's spar," Octavia replied, removing her sword from its scabbard on her back.
"Octavia I don't want to fight you, and trust me, you don't want to fight me," Clarke said, not moving from her position by Raven.
"I don't know what happened to you over these last two years, but a lot has happened to me. I'm not the same girl I once was. I've trained a lot with Lincoln and Indra. I'm better than you think, Clarke," Octavia replied.
"I don't doubt that," Clarke said. "But Queen Nia sent me out here to send a message. I won't take it easy on you."
Raven looked over at Clarke. Her body was all muscle. This wasn't the Clarke that they all remembered, and with the tone Clarke was speaking in, she was confident that Octavia didn't stand a chance, and Raven believed her. "O, maybe you should listen to her. The Summit will last a few weeks, we'll have plenty of time to talk to Clarke. Maybe you should just let her spar with someone else."
Octavia shook her head, "No. Come on Clarke, let's do this."
Clarke sighed. Octavia may have changed some, but she was just as stubborn as Clarke remembered. She wasn't happy about this, but it didn't seem like she had much of a choice. She slowly nodded her head and followed Octavia out into an empty sparring pit. Clarke pulled out her own sword and spun it around a few times to loosen her muscles. Octavia did the same and the two began circling each other.
The minute Wanheda had stepped into the pit, a large crowd had gathered to watch her fight. Raven was in the front and Clarke noticed that Lincoln was now standing beside her. That just made the situation even worse for Clarke, but Lincoln gave her a nod of understanding which relaxed Clarke a little bit.
It didn't take long for Octavia to get tired of waiting so she charged at Clarke. Clarke just took a step to the side and she ducked her body a little, completely avoiding the hit. Octavia turned to face her again after her sword met nothing but air. She charged Clarke again, and again Clarke avoided the attack without using her sword at all. She was holding off from attacking. She didn't want to do this. She had to, she knew, but that didn't make it any easier. After a few more times of simply dodging, Clarke struck. Her fist met Octavia's eye and the younger girl stumbled back. Clarke took her imbalance and she swung her sword at Octavia, cutting into her upper arm. Octavia grunted in pain, but she finally managed to regain her balance. "You can stop fighting Octavia. I don't want to hurt you anymore," Clarke offered.
Octavia just shook her head and charged at Clarke again. This strike was better than her others, but Clarke was still able to block it and she cut a thin slice down Octavia's back as they moved passed each other. Octavia growled and again she charged Clarke. She really needed to work on patience. Clarke hit her with an elbow, then a knee to the gut, then she swung Octavia's legs out from under her. Blood was dripping heavily from the girls nose and mouth as well as from the few cuts she had on her body at this point. "Stop this Octavia," Clarke warned.
Of course Octavia didn't listen. She returned to her feet and continued fighting. Clarke kept going and eventually she knocked Octavia onto her back again. This time, Octavia was so beaten, she couldn't get back up.
Lincoln came out into the pit and picked up his bloodied girlfriend. "I'm sorry," Clarke whispered. Clarke swore she saw the corner of Lincoln's mouth curl up into a reassuring smile, but Clarke had just beaten his girlfriend so the idea of him smiling at her didn't seem right. After Octavia was carried away, Clarke looked out into the crowd, not meeting the eyes of Raven who was staring at Clarke with wide eyes and an open mouth. "Who's next?" She asked the crowd.
A few moments passed before the next challenger stepped into the pit. He was twice Clarke's size and he was all muscle. The tattoos on his body along with the green and brown clothing marked him as Trikru. The man pulled out his axe and he swung it in a huge arc a few times. Clarke could hear snickering from some the onlookers, assuming they were about to watch Clarke be easily defeated. Clarke smirked at the surprise she was envisioning on everyone's faces when she wound up victorious.
The fight started quickly, Clarke's patience forced her opponent to attack first and it didn't take very long for him to do that. The man had skills with the axe, Clarke wouldn't deny that, but he was slow, and Clarke used that to her advantage. She delivered a few blows to the man's midsection and before long, she had him disarmed and on his back with a sword to his throat. When Clarke popped back up to the feet, she wasn't disappointed by the looks of shock and awe that were on the spectators faces.
The man cleared out of the ring and Clarke's next opponent entered. Clarke took on six more opponents, all from different clans, all with different fighting styles, but it didn't matter. Clarke had defeated them all rather easily, only taking a couple hits herself. After her sixth opponent limped out of the pit, Clarke noticed Roan in the crowd. When he met her eye he motioned with his head to tell Clarke to leave and follow him, and she did.
She returned her sword to its scabbard on her back and she met with Roan. "I see your opponents haven't given you any trouble," he said, his usual smirk on his face.
"Not even a little," Clarke replied.
Roan nodded before his expression turned more serious, "How are you doing? How did it go with seeing your friends again? With seeing the Commander?" Roan knew that Clarke had been worried about this day for a long time and he knew that no matter how hard Clarke tried to block out her feelings, it would never work. Her heart was too big for her to be able to do that. He knew there would be a moment where all of the emotions she had kept pent up inside would come crashing out, and he wanted to be there for her when they did.
The two of them began walking their way back to Polis Tower, "I'm fine. I'm sure my friends hate me now," Clarke said thinking back to what she had just done to Octavia. The look on Raven's face and the state she left Octavia in, she was sure she there would be some backlash from that, especially by Bellamy.
Roan nodded, "And what about the Commander?"
Clarke shrugged her shoulders, "What about her?"
Roan rolled his eyes, "Come on Clarke, don't pretend like it was nothing."
Clarke sighed and looked up the Prince, "What do you want me to say Roan? It's been two years since I last saw her. A lot has changed since then and I have a mission to do. I can't let myself fall to my emotions."
Roan knew that Clarke was just putting on a brave face, but he also knew not to press her any further, "My mother has requested your presence."
Clarke nodded, "I won't keep her waiting then. I'll see you later." Clarke picked up her pace and walked into the tower. She made her way into the elevator and rode up to the floor that was given to Azgeda. Clarke walked up to Nia's room where two guards were blocking the entrance. She may be the Queen's guard during Summit meetings, but Nia had her usual guards at her door when they weren't in a meeting. "Queen Nia asked to see me," she said to them. They nodded to her and opened the door to Nia's room before retaking their positions outside.
Clarke entered the room and found Nia sitting in a chair and being tended to by one of the handmaidens. Nia dismissed the girl, who looked like she was near passing out from fear, and she scurried out of the room. Clarke bowed her head, "My Queen."
"Clarke, tell me, how did everything go?" Nia asked. She reached onto the table in front of her and grabbed a handful of berries for herself to eat.
"Everything went well. By tomorrow, everyone in Polis will know that Wanheda and Azgeda are not to be messed with."
"Good," Nia said as she continued to eat from the tray of food that was on her table. "And what of your talk with the Commander?"
Clarke swallowed the lump in her throat, "It went well. We didn't speak for very long, but I believe if I continue to talk with her and spend time with her, she will let her guard down and she will suffer as you have requested." Clarke told Nia everything she knew she would want to hear. In no way did Clarke want to make Lexa suffer, but those were Nia's orders.
Nia continued to talk to Clarke for a little while. They talked more about what had happened throughout the day, and then they talked some about what the plan was for tomorrow. Nia had told Clarke that she was to spend as much time with the Commander as possible, and when she wasn't with the Commander, she was to be training or finding other ways to show Azgeda's strength. When Clarke was finally dismissed, she left Nia's room and walked down the hall to where she was told her room was. She opened the doors and walked into a rather large room, much larger than her own back in Azgeda. There was a chair and a couch in the center of the room. A table with a few chairs was over to the left and one of the biggest beds she had ever seen was on the right. The few belongings Clarke had brought with her were in her bag on the floor by the bed. She walked over to it and put all of it away where she wanted them. It was mostly clothes, the blue and grey furs of Azgeda and the black clothes of The Shadow. There were a few small weapons and most importantly, her father's watch. It was the only thing that she had with her that meant anything, but Nia didn't allow her to wear it, so she usually kept it on the nightstand in her room, which is where she put it in this room.
When Clarke finished unpacking, she changed into something more comfortable and collapsed onto the bed. It was late and she was exhausted. Today was a very draining day mentally, and Clarke knew she would need her strength back for tomorrow. There were so many more people she was going to see, so much more she was going to do, and she needed to be ready. She curled up under the furs and the last thing she saw before drifting off, was a pair of glossy green eyes.
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