Clarke woke up before the sun had risen as she always did. Her dreams never allowed her much time to rest, and her body had grown accustomed to only having a few hours of sleep. Every night she was haunted by someone different, as she was responsible for so much death. She would see the grounders dying in a ring of fire, Finn dying by her hand, the grounders who died from the missile in TonDC, the burning flesh of the Mountain Men, the people she had killed in The Crater, every single person she killed as The Shadow, and worst of all was when she saw Mark Henry, Monroe, or Dak. To make it worse, she was even haunted by the living. She would see her friends and family looking at her like she was a monster, which she was, but it still hurt. The worst among the living was when she was haunted by Lexa. When the Commander found out who she was, what she was, she would look at Clarke with hate instead of the gentle look the brunette usually gave her. Last night was no different than any other night. The bed was bigger and much more comfortable than what she was used to, which was a plus, but her dreams still haunted her.
Clarke got out of her bed and changed quickly. She usually liked to train when she woke up in the morning, so that's what she did. She made her way out of her room and into to the elevator, taking it down to the bottom. The bottom level was close to empty, only a few servants were in there, likely setting up for breakfast to be served a little later.
Clarke exited the tower and made her way outside. Fresh air always helped her to calm her mind in the mornings and training helped her to focus and let out any emotion she made need to let go of. Clarke walked through the quiet streets of Polis, as it was too early for anyone to be out, and she made her way to the training area.
When she got there, it was empty, which Clarke was thankful for. She walked out onto the sand and dirt pit and pulled out her sword, swinging it around to stretch her muscles. When she was loose, she started going over some of her basic training exercises. Clarke was an extremely skilled fighter even against warriors who were much more seasoned than her, which after a little less than two years of training, was extremely impressive. Even with Clarke's skills she never stopped going over the basics. Clarke was out on her own for a little while before she was interrupted. "Thought I'd find you out here," Roan said as he approached her. "Mind if I join you?"
Clarke just shook her head as Roan took out his own sword. He warmed himself up and then joined Clarke on some simple training exercises. After a little while of training, the two decided to have a sparring match.
"You ready for today," Roan asked as his attack was blocked by Clarke.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Clarke replied, launching her own attack that was blocked by Roan.
The two separated and began circling each other again, "Meetings like this are never fun. There are always arguments on simple disputes that take hours to come to an agreement on."
"Great," Clarke groaned as she kept her eyes trained on Roan, waiting for her moment to strike.
"You never know though. Maybe something interesting will happen," Roan said, his eyes scanning Clarke's stance just like she was scanning his.
"I've had enough interesting in my life, I'll take boring," Clarke said as she feigned a forward lunge, testing how Roan would react.
Roan raised his sword to block the attack that never came, but he kept his stance firm, not giving Clarke an opening to take advantage of. "I don't think that boring is a part of the life that Wanheda lives," Roan said with a smirk.
"Unfortunately," Clarke replied, this time actually launching an attack at Roan. It was easily blocked and the two of them stepped passed each other, swapping sides of the sparring pit.
"Are you going to talk with the Commander today?" Roan asked. Clarke wasn't expecting Roan to ask something like that and it caused her to falter for just a second, but it was enough for Roan's fist to make contact with her face, splitting her lip.
Clarke backed away from Roan and spit the blood from her mouth. "Damn you," she grumbled at Roan, even though she knew she was the one who made the mistake.
Roan smiled at her and came at her again, but Clarke was able to block it. They didn't speak anymore after that, as Clarke wasn't interested in the direction the conversation was going and she wanted to avoid any more slip ups. The two went back and forth for a while before they each ended up holding a sword to the other's throat. "Another draw," Roan said as he withdrew his sword.
"I'm coming closer to beating you," Clarke claimed with a proud smile.
Roan met her grin, "We will see Wanheda, but I still think you have a ways to go before you can beat me." The two of them made their way to edge of the pit to grab their waterskins. When Clarke turned around, preparing to leave, she finally noticed the crowd that had gathered to watch her and Roan. She hadn't realized how much later into the morning it had gotten, and a large crowd had formed to watch the Prince of Azgeda face off against the Commander of Death. "I think we put on a good show," Roan said from beside her, taking in just how many people had watched the two of them fight and the scared or impressed looks on their faces.
Clarke hummed in agreement before the two of them headed out of the pit and towards the crowd. The crowd parted for them as they passed, no one wanting to get in their way, and they made their way back to the tower.
The two of them were going back and forth with their usual banter on their walk back to the tower, before a voice stopped Clarke in her tracks. "It's true. You're alive," the voice of none other than Abby Griffin said from behind them.
Clarke slowly turned around and came face to face with her mother for the first time in two years. Her mom looked good. A few more grey hairs and worry lines then when they last saw each other, but other than that she looked the same. "Hi mom," Clarke said hesitantly. Her and her mother weren't in the best place when Clarke had left, and although Clarke had been working on getting past her anger, there was still a little left towards her mother.
The next thing Clarke knew, Abby was running towards her and holding her in a tight embrace, "Oh my baby," Abby whispered into Clarke's hair. "You're alive. My baby's alive." Clarke could tell by her mother's voice that she was crying.
She pulled herself from her mom's embrace, "Yeah mom, I'm alive."
Abby reached up and ran the pads of her fingers over her daughter's face. It was like she had to prove to herself that this was real, that Clarke was real. Abby was still crying when she let go of Clarke's face, "Where have you been all of this time?"
"I've been in Azgeda territory," was all Clarke was willing to give.
"What happened to you? Why didn't you come home? Why didn't you let us know you were alive?" Abby bombarded her with questions.
Clarke's entire body tensed. She was getting very tired of being asked the same questions. And, she had tried to let her mother know she was alive. Dak and Monroe and had ended up dead because of it. "It's a long story mom, one that I don't have time to tell."
Clarke took a step back from her mother and made like she was going to leave, but Abby grabbed her arm and held her back. "Wait a minute. You can't just leave Clarke. Where have you been?" she demanded.
Clarke could feel her anger spike. It wasn't her mom's fault. She just wanted to know where Clarke had been and what had happened to her, but Clarke was getting annoyed with all the questioning. "I told you it's a long story. I don't have time to tell it, I have a meeting I have to get ready for."
Abby didn't loosen the hold on her daughter's arm, and Clarke was a second away from bursting. Roan saw the hold Abby had on Clarke's arm and he saw the changes in Clarke's demeanor. He recognized the changes as dangerous, so he decided to step in, "I'm sorry to disrupt, but Clarke and I must be going."
Abby pulled her gaze from her daughter to meet Roan's, "And who the hell are you?"
"I am Prince Roan of Azgeda," Roan introduced himself.
Abby let go of Clarke and looked to Roan. Marcus had told her that Clarke had come in with Azgeda and had bowed before their Queen and was following her orders. Abby had been so angry, she tried to convince Marcus to declare war on them. If the Queen was in control of Clarke, this Prince had to be in control of her too. "You bastard," Abby snarled and she launched her arm forward to slap him, but she was stopped.
Clarke had grabbed her wrist to keep her from hitting Roan. "He is the Prince of Azgeda. You will not disrespect him," Clarke snarled. How could her mother be so foolish? Clarke had hoped that in the two years she was gone her mother would have learned how to interact with and accept the grounders and their culture as well as learn the fact that she was not above everyone else. It seemed that hadn't happened. Her mother was just as reckless and frustrating as she was before and Clarke wasn't having any of it.
Abby stared at her daughter with wide eyes as she tried to stutter out some sort of apology. "Clarke come on, let's go," Roan said from his spot. He had not expected Abby to try anything like she had, and he certainly hadn't expected Clarke to stop it. He didn't want this situation to get any more out of hand then it already was. Clarke glared at her mother before releasing her wrist and whirling around. She stormed off towards the tower with Roan on her heels and Abby frozen in place.
They entered the tower and Clarke didn't stop until she was in the elevator. Roan stood beside her and waited for the doors to close and the elevator to start rising. He could feel the anger rolling off the blonde in waves. "Clarke," Roan tested.
"I can't believe her," Clarke growled.
"Clarke I know that didn't go how you would have wanted it to, but your mother was just worried. Her emotions were clouding her judgement," Roan tried to comfort.
"I would believe you if she hadn't made stupid decisions like that before," Clarke fumed. "And it's not even that. She hasn't seen me in two years and she still treats me like a child. She thinks she can order me to answer her questions and tell her whatever she wants. She can't accept no or I don't have time, no, she needs me to stop everything that I'm doing and give her every answer she's looking for. And then she has the audacity to try and hit you, after you introduce yourself as the Prince no less. Roan if she had hit you and your mother found out, she could order my mom's death, maybe even start a war against Skaikru for an attack on the Prince if she wanted to. My mother constantly believes that she is in control and that the world revolves around her," Clarke ranted.
The elevator opened before Roan could respond, so he just grabbed her arm and dragged her to his room. Once they were inside, he spoke, "Clarke your arrival here has to be hard on her. She hasn't seen you for two years."
"Well it's not like she cares," Clarke shot back. "She gave up looking for me months ago. I have sacrificed everything to keep Skaikru alive and with one action, my mother could have destroyed them all."
Roan kept his eyes on the blonde who was now pacing the room. "Clarke, giving up the search for you couldn't have been an easy decision for any of Skaikru to make," he sighed. "I get it okay, she shouldn't have lashed out at me. It was stupid and dangerous and reckless, but nothing happened okay. You stopped it. You need to remember Dak's teachings. Anger helps no one. She's your mother Clarke."
Clarke pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. She didn't feel like she was being unreasonable. Her mother could have just started a war by hitting the Prince of Azgeda, which would have undone every sacrifice that Clarke has made for her people. Plus, it was frustrating how her mother believed that she deserved answers right away from her. Roan was right though, it was her mother. Anger wasn't getting Clarke anywhere, and her mom was just worried about her.
Clarke stayed in Roan's room for a little while longer to calm down before she left and went to her own room to clean up and prepare for her meeting. She took a bath to freshen up after her morning training and dressed in her Azgeda furs. When it was time, she met Roan outside and the two of them waited for Queen Nia and Cyrus, the Azgeda ambassador, before heading up to the throne room for the first meeting of the Summit.
Nia and Cyrus entered first with Roan and Clarke flanking them. They were the last clan delegation to enter the throne room. It wasn't quite time for the meeting to start yet so all of the clan leaders were talking amongst themselves. The room went quiet for a moment as Azgeda entered, but everyone quickly returned to their conversations after they entered.
Clarke followed behind Nia as she walked further into the room, when Bellamy stormed up from beside her, "What the hell Clarke?"
Clarke knew what he was upset about. She certainly hadn't gone easy on Octavia. She knew this conversation was coming, but she had hoped it would be in a more private setting. Clarke knew she wouldn't be able to say anything to apologize or appease him as Nia was watching the interaction closely. She simply stood a little taller and raised her chin. Bellamy hesitated for a moment when he saw her reaction. There wasn't any sorrow, any remorse. This wasn't the Clarke he remembered. "You can't just go around beating people senseless," Bellamy said once he gathered himself.
"It was training. Injuries are common," Clarke said nonchalantly.
"You didn't need to beat her to a pulp," Bellamy argued.
"I don't need you to defend me," Octavia snarled as she limped up from behind her brother. Her face was covered in bruises and there was a gash on her cheek and the corner of her mouth. Clarke really had done a number on her.
"Wanheda," Nia called Clarke's attention. "Explain to me what is going on here."
Clarke bowed her head, "Of course my Queen. The Skaikru Ambassador challenged me to a sparring match during training last night."
Nia ran her eyes over Octavia and then Clarke and smirked, "Well it seems the Skaikru Ambassador will think twice the next time she thinks about challenging someone from Azgeda."
Octavia bristled, but said nothing. The same couldn't be said for Bellamy though, "What the hell did you say?" He took a step forward to get in Nia's face, but before he could do anything there were two swords at his throat. One from Roan and one from Clarke. The room descended into silence as they took in the scene. Marcus and Lincoln were now standing by Octavia. It was clear they wanted to intervene, but weren't sure of exactly what to do. Bellamy was looking at Clarke with wide eyes.
"Step away from Queen Nia," Clarke growled.
Bellamy looked into her eyes, but instead of following her orders, he turned to look at Nia, "Or what? Do you really want to start off this meeting having to explain to the Commander why I ended up dead on the floor?"
Nia laughed at the boy. He was brave. Stupid, but brave. She opened her mouth to tell him just that but was cut off by the Commander herself. "What is the meaning of this?" Lexa roared as she entered the room with Titus and Indra at her flanks. She was hoping there wouldn't be too much drama today, but she couldn't even enter the room before the drama started. The fact that Queen Nia was the one involved wasn't surprising, but the fact that Clarke was holding a sword to someone's throat, to Bellamy no less, it was surprising to say the least.
"This foolish boy threatened Queen Nia," Cyrus started to explain. "Her guards are doing their duty."
"Lower your weapons," Lexa ordered as she walked closer to them. Clarke and Roan slowly lowered their swords, Clarke's eyes never leaving Bellamy. "Now step away and take your seats. It is time for the meeting to begin."
Everyone in the room took their positions as ordered, Bellamy had to be pulled away by Marcus, and then Skaikru took their seats as well. Queen Nia however didn't move. She glared at Lexa and held her position. Roan and Clarke moved in to stand behind her. Clarke stared straight ahead from her position, not meeting Lexa's gaze. "He threatened me and you are just going to ignore the issue?" Nia sneered.
Lexa stood a little taller and took a menacing step towards Nia, "You consider a boy without a weapon in his hands and two swords to his throat a threat? I assumed you at least had the ability to defend yourself against that, but I suppose I was wrong," Lexa shot back.
Clarke felt Nia stiffen beside her and she had to hold back her own smile. No one spoke to Nia that way, and she enjoyed hearing it. There were a few snickers from around the room which only seemed to anger Nia further. She huffed out an annoyed breath before making her way to her seat with Cyrus beside her. Clarke and Roan took their places behind them and Lexa made her way up the dais before gracefully taking a seat in her throne.
The meeting went over smoothly from there. Roan was right, it was extremely boring. There were talks over land disputes and some trading issues, none of which had been settled. It was foolish, there were simple solutions to the problems, but the clan leaders were too proud, too stubborn to accept them. Queen Nia had stayed quiet throughout the whole thing. She wasn't involved in the disputes and she was still angered by what Lexa had said earlier. Clarke knew the meetings where Nia spoke up were coming, and she wasn't looking forward to them, but she was thankful that it wasn't going to be today.
After hours of talking, the meeting was starting to wind down, but then it happened. It was so fast Clarke barely knew what was happening. She saw something moving in the shadows in the corner of the room opposite of where she was standing. She stared at it a moment longer and the hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up. Something wasn't right about what she was seeing. One of the clan leaders in the room was in the middle of speaking about something when Clarke took a step forward from behind Nia's seat to stand in front of her. The man who was speaking stopped and the entire room all started to stare at Clarke wondering what she was doing. Before anyone could question her, there was a loud yell, "Death to Azgeda, death to Queen Nia," and the man in the shadows came sprinting out into the light, charging the Queen. Clarke stood in the man's path, having already known he was there, and she was able to easily disarm him. The next thing she knew, she had a dagger to his throat and a sickening glint in her eye. "No one threatens Queen Nia," Clarke bellowed, loud enough for everyone to hear. Then, without hesitation, she slid the dagger across the man's throat. Blood shot out from the wound and sprayed across her face and the body dropped into a lifeless heap on the ground.
The room stared at Clarke in shock, some in fear. All except for Nia of course, who was smiling wickedly. "Twice in one day. Tell me Commander, are you going to let this threat slide as well?"
Lexa said nothing her eyes, were glued to Clarke who had retaken her place behind Nia's seat. Clarke's face was blank, her eyes empty. Lexa felt sick at the sight. Not at the fact that Clarke had killed, it was her job and she did it well, but it was how easily she did it, how it didn't seem to affect Clarke at all that made Lexa's stomach churn. What had Queen Nia done to her? She was snapped out of her daze when she heard Titus clear his throat from behind her. Lexa removed her eyes from Clarke to meet Nia before looking at the others in the room. "I will figure out who is behind this and they will pay," Lexa seethed. "I think that is enough for today. We will reconvene tomorrow. Tonight there will be feast to celebrate the beginning of the Summit," Lexa said.
The clan leaders all took that as their sign to leave and they dispersed quickly. Nia stood up from her seat and turned to Clarke, "I told you you could handle being a guard. Now dispose of the body and then you are free to do as you please tonight." With that, Nia left with Cyrus, Roan taking his place behind them.
Clarke walked over to the body and bent down beside it to get a look at the man. Her eyes scanned the body of of the dead assassin, and there was something that Clarke found familiar about him, but she couldn't quite place him. She felt another presence move closer to the body and she didn't have to look up to know who it was. "He is an assassin. There are no markings to show his origin. I doubt you will find who ordered this attack," Clarke said without picking her eyes up. She didn't want to see the look on Lexa's face now that she knew how dark Clarke had become.
Lexa took a step over the body and bent down beside Clarke. She reached out and put a finger under Clarke's chin, raising it so the blonde met her eyes. Clarke was surprised by not only the action itself, but also by the look she was receiving. Lexa wasn't looking at her with disgust or anger. Concern yes, but there was no fear, no hatred. "Are you alright?" Lexa asked. It was second time in as many days that Lexa had asked her that. Clarke wasn't used to such a question. The only person who ever showed that they cared about Clarke was Roan, and that was not a question he often asked. He never needed to, he knew the answer. They were both trapped, forced to serve an evil tyrant and there was nothing they could do about it. She wasn't even close to alright. The fact that Lexa cared enough to ask though, was something Clarke appreciated a lot.
Clarke swallowed. "I've learned to accept death. Besides, it's not the worst thing I've ever done," she admitted.
Lexa could read the sincerity and the absolute hurt that those words brought. It felt like someone had jabbed a knife into her gut and was slowly twisting it. That once hopeful, determined, peace oriented girl now looked so small, so broken. Lexa had no idea what had happened to Clarke in the two years she was gone, but whatever it was, Nia was going to pay for it.
After a moment of just looking into each others eyes, Clarke broke out of her trance and moved to pick up the body to dispose of it. "Clarke, you don't have to that," Lexa said. "I will have one of my guards do it."
Clarke shook her head, "Queen Nia gave me an order. I will follow it." Lexa felt the knife twist farther. Whatever Nia was holding over Clarke it must be big. Clarke lifted the body with ease and threw it over her shoulder. She walked out of the throne room with the body in her arms. Clarke felt eyes on her with every step she took until the body was out of her hands and properly disposed of. When she was done, she made her way back to the tower. She was covered in blood still, so she made her way back to her room to clean up. She washed all of the blood off of her skin, but it didn't matter. Her hands still looked red. The blood was still there and no matter what Clarke tried, she would never be able to wash it off.
Clarke stepped out of her bathroom and into her room. This was all too much. She thought she had learned how to stop herself from feeling, but it was clear she hadn't. It made sense in a way though. In Azgeda, Clarke was alone. The only person she had was Roan and he was being put through just as much shit as she was. He didn't know much of the girl that she once was, and he didn't expect her to be that person, but here it was different. She was surrounded by people who knew her, who cared for her at least at some point in her life. She hadn't been immune to her feelings, she had simply been hiding from them. Now that she was in Polis, she couldn't hide anymore. She was getting severely overwhelmed. Queen Nia, Octavia, Raven, her mother, Bellamy, Lexa. Clarke had so much pent up emotion she was ready to explode, and she did. She grabbed the edge of the table in her room and with a loud grunt she flipped it over. She grabbed a chair and threw it across the room. It collided with the wall and shattered into pieces, and she let it all out. She rampaged throughout her room smashing and destroying everything until she was stopped by her doors bursting open.
Clarke turned to see who had come into her room and there was Lexa. Queen Nia was busy off somewhere in Polis, so Lexa had come to the Azgeda floor to check on Clarke. When she heard all the noise coming from Clarke's room, she bursted in to make sure she was alright. She was taking in the destruction in the room with wide eyes. Then her eyes locked on Clarke's. "I'm sorry," Lexa whispered. She took a few steps towards Clarke who was frozen in place. Her breaths were heavy and there were angry, frustrated tears already streaming down her face. "I never meant for this to happen."
A single tear escaped Lexa's eye and rolled down her cheek. Clarke reached up to swipe it away, "You didn't do this."
"If I hadn't left you wouldn't have had to do what you did on the mountain. You wouldn't have felt so broken that you needed to leave your people. Nia never would have found you," Lexa replied.
"Lexa, don't blame yourself for this," Clarke begged. The look in Lexa's eyes was heartbreaking. Clarke knew her orders were to make Lexa suffer, but she couldn't stand the look in Lexa's eyes at this moment. The brunette was genuinely in pain over her.
"Please Clarke. Tell me what she has on you. I want to help you," Lexa whispered pleadingly.
"You are helping me," Clarke whispered back. "Over the past months I haven't felt... anything. The minute I saw you, I could feel my heart beating again. You are helping me Lexa."
Lexa couldn't stop the next few tears from escaping her eyes, and Clarke swiped them away just like she had the first one. Clarke may be feeling a whirlwind of emotions. She may be lost and in a whole lot of pain, but there was one thing she knew. The feeling she felt around Lexa wasn't confusing. She needed her. She leaned forward slowly and pressed her lips softly to Lexa's. The brunette was clearly surprised by the action, but when she calmed down, she kissed Clarke back passionately. She never thought that she would see Clarke again, let alone have a moment like this with her and she wasn't going to let it pass.
Clarke pushed her lips harder into Lexa and she wrapped her hands behind her neck. Lexa's hands found purchase on Clarke's hips and she pulled the blonde closer. Lexa continued to kiss Clarke until she realized exactly what she was doing. It wasn't that she didn't want to be here in this moment with Clarke, it was just that the last time they had kissed, Clarke had pulled away and said she wasn't ready. There had been hope in her words, she didn't say no outright, it just wasn't the right time for her and Lexa understood that. But then the mountain happened, and Clarke had gone missing, and they had only just reunited a little over one day ago. She wanted her moment with Clarke more than anything. Actually, she wanted more than just a moment with her, so she didn't want to rush this. She needed to be absolutely sure that Clarke was ready, so she pulled away. "Clarke?" she questioned.
Clarke opened her eyes and blue met green. Clarke knew why Lexa was stopping her. This was fast and she wasn't ready the last time, but she couldn't deny her feelings anymore. Over the past two years she had been furious with Lexa, but then she moved passed what happened on the mountain and found a way to forgive her. Once she had forgiven Lexa, there were a lot of feelings that Clarke held towards her. She tried to ignore them, to hide from them. She told herself that those feelings weren't real, that she just missed the moments that her and Lexa had shared in the past, but that wasn't true. She didn't miss the moments she had shared with Lexa, she missed Lexa. In fact she more than just missed her, she cared for her. It was strange and it was fast and she knew she probably shouldn't be feeling this way, but Clarke couldn't deny it anymore. It was like a part of her was missing, but Lexa made her feel whole again. She may have only been in Polis for a day, she may have only spoken to Lexa a few times, but it was enough for Clarke to realize how much she really cared about the brunette. She had tried so hard when she was in Azgeda to build up her walls and block out her emotions, but when her eyes met Lexa's when she was introduced in the throne room, her walls crumbled. Clarke felt drawn to Lexa, like there was an invisible force pushing them together, and she wasn't going to fight it. "I know I wasn't ready before," Clarke started. She was looking up into a pool of green and their faces were so close, she could feel Lexa's hot breath against her own lips. "And I know we just found each other again, but I'm tired of hiding Lexa. What you did on the mountain saved your people, and what I did on the mountain saved mine. I couldn't deal with it at first, but over time, I learned how to accept what I had done and what you had done. I'm tired of being angry and I'm tired of blocking out my feelings. You make me feel whole, you make me feel complete, and you make me feel things that I have not felt in a really long time. I want you Lexa. If it's too soon, if you don't, I understand, but-"
Lexa surged forward, cutting her words off, and captured Clarke's lips again. She understood what Clarke was feeling because Clarke made her feel the same way. It didn't matter that the blonde had only been back a day, Lexa had had these feelings long before Clarke had left Arkadia. She wanted Clarke more than she had wanted anything, and now that Clarke wanted her back, she wasn't going to waste any more time. She pulled Clarke into her body as close as she could and she bit down softly on Clarke's bottom lip. Clarke let out a small whimper, and she changed the angle of her head, deepening the kiss. When oxygen became a necessity, the two broke apart, their foreheads resting on one another. "As much as I would love to stay here and continue this with you," Clarke said through her panting, "There is a celebration we have to go to."
Lexa knew Clarke was right, but that didn't stop her from pulling the blonde in again and delivering one more kiss to her already swollen lips. When they separated, Lexa slowly backed out of the room and the two never broke eye contact until the door to Clarke's room separated them. Clarke smiled widely and it stayed on her face even after she realized she was standing in a room full of destruction. She set about cleaning everything up, returning everything that wasn't broken to its rightful place and discarding everything that was. When she was done, she cleaned herself up and made her way to the elevator with a small smile still upon her lips. She may still have to serve Nia, and she may still be in a lot of danger, but she had Lexa, and for now, that was enough for her.
I hope you guys enjoyed. I know a lot just happened and the kiss came a little quickly, but I just couldn't help it, it felt right in the moment. As always, I really appreciate all comments so let me know what you think!