As soon as I saw her step forward, I instinctively stepped back. She didn't seem phased by my movement; expecting it. Octavia saw an opportunity and was about to attack Lexa, when the commander turned around with lightning speed and pinned her to the ground. The tip of her sword inches from Octavia's neck.
"If you wouldn't have made yourself so obvious, you might have just succeeded in having me in the situation you are now in. Even though my men would have killed you on the spot. You have spirit, that's for sure. But like I mentioned to Clarke.. I am not here for a battle. If you want one, you and those you love will die. So I would appreciate if you wait til after the zombies are dealt with before you start a war you cannot win," Lexa threatened. Octavia lifted her head as a challenge to her words and the commander removed her sword and turned back to me. I was still in shock by how quickly she moved to defend herself. But I snapped out of my trance and looked behind Lexa. She wasn't wrong; her men were still waiting for someone else to try and challenge her.
"We can talk more peacefully in my tent. No one will bother us there. But, I would appreciate it if your men waited outside," I informed.
Lexa stayed silent for a moment and then turned to the men behind her and hollered; pointing at the tent, "Hod op ouder!" They looked at her with confused features, but quickly followed her instructions when she started to walk towards the tent, not waiting to see if I was following. Bellamy had stopped working when he saw Lexa head inside. He then faced me, giving me an intense look. Almost as if he was waiting for my permission to kill her. I shook my head, not wanting a war if it could be prevented. I could tell he was disappointed as he turned away to talk to the others. Lexa was now inside at this point and I quickly joined her. She was sitting in my chair with her hands folded, looking extremely calm.
"Clarke, I know that my presence here must be very surprising. I almost didn't come here at all. However, two of your people are now in one of our camps. They had wandered off around daybreak and followed my men. Now, I hope that wasn't on your orders. Because I am willing to have an alliance with you. Jasper tells me that you are not one to be messed with. Well, as it turns out, neither am I," Lexa pointed out. At the name of Jasper I got out of my seat, but was quickly met with her sword. Her speed had shocked me. She really wasn't someone I wanted to be on opposing sides with. So I sat down taking a deep breath.
"Jasper and Harper were only ordered to a patrol around the forest to see if there were any Bloods. If they were ordered something different, it wasn't from me. Some people are still angry when they attacked us a while ago. I apologize for them following your men. But maybe your men should be better at hiding their tracks," I stated. Lexa didn't approve of my words, but still she stayed seated. Her eyes were searching around the small room. She got up suddenly and walked to where there were several drawings along the wall. Lexa was staring with an unknown emotion shown on her face before she looked at me.
"Do my people really look this way in your eyes? Like savages?" she asked. I didn't know what she meant by that until she stepped aside. It was a drawing of when we were first attacked by the Bloods. I didn't know what to say, but the look on her face said it all. Moments went by slowly as she waited for my answer to her question.
"Lexa, that was at a time where we were being attacked and that's alI that I could think about them. It wasn't until Lincoln that I saw how they could really be. If they so choose. It was a poor judgment by me," I replied. She nodded in understanding and looked away from me. Her demeanor seemed very confident and fierce. As if nothing could scare her. It truly fascinated me because she didn't look like she was much older than me.
"I will discuss what went on here today with my best warrior, Indra, and the few I trust at my camp. You can enter the camp whenever you'd like. But only bring two people with you. More than that and they'd think a battle is starting. Which is why I only brought two of mine. I don't want a war, Clarke. Not if it can be prevented," Lexa admitted. I nodded in acknowledgment and walked her out into the clearing. Her two men still standing where she told them to.
"Mafta op Ai!" Lexa ordered. Both of them followed her outside of camp, but before she left she turned to me one last time. A slight smile appearing, which faded quickly as I felt a presence behind me.
"Bellamy, you can trust their commander. She could have easily killed Octavia today," I whispered. Knowing he was close enough to hear every word. I heard him puff in disbelief as he turned to walk away. But he stopped himself mid-turn.
"Octavia has a cut on her throat thanks to Lexa. If you'd stop being blind, maybe you'd see that a war is what's coming," Bellamy argued. When I heard that his sister had actually been hurt I started to jog over to medical, needing to make sure it wasn't a deep cut. As soon as I entered I ran into Octavia. She was heading out at that moment. I didn't even see the cut at first. Bellamy was making a big deal about nothing. If Lexa was going to kill her, she would have. Octavia gave me the meanest glare as she pushed me out of the way.
"Octavia! Come on. It's not like she did any real damage. You're still badass!" I exclaimed. She stopped dead in her tracks and spun around on her heels, she was now mere centimeters from me. Her index finger on my chest.
"She knocked me on my ass, Clarke! In front of everyone. There is nothing badass about that. She may be the commander, but she had no right to-" I cut her off before she could finish that sentence.
"Lexa had no right? You are the one who tried to attack her!" I said exasperated. Octavia tried to say something else, but she realized that I did have a point; she attacked first.