Almost a month had passed since the fateful death of Queen Nia, marking an end to her cruel reign over the Ice Nation. She had prioritised power over everything else, even family. With every success she hungered for even more, subjecting her people to untold horrors as she fought against the world for supreme power. Her life goal had ultimately been her downfall and now her son had taken her place.
The relationship between Roan and his mother had been strenuous to say the least, and there certainly hadn't been any tears shed when he had heard of her demise in the capitol. It went without saying that his approach to ruling was far from what his mother would have envisioned and Azgeda could only benefit from the change of leadership. Despite the unbridled cruelty displayed by the once feared ruler, there were still those who believed in Nia's teachings, embracing her destructive views on the alliance and it's leaders.
In Polis, a fragile peace had settled over the city, bringing relief and hope to those dwelling at the heart of the expansive land. Everyone went about their business as usual, many with a lighter step as they predicted a calmer life now that the Queen's violent reign was at an end. For the time being there was no imminent threat to the city, no armies marching to claim a seat of power, and life could finally return to normality.
These last few weeks had been some of the best for Clarke in a long time, and she had been enjoying her new life in the city with the Commander, still hardly able to believe that this was her new reality as she woke up next to the love her life every morning. Sometimes she would lie quietly and watch the normally conserved woman sleep peacefully in the early light of dawn, the steady rise and fall of her chest eventually lulling her back to sleep once more under the warm furs that covered them.
The heat of summer was beginning to fade in favour of a cool autumn breeze, a defining change in their lives from the insanity of the summer months as well as the shifting season. Perhaps this was the dawn of a new time of relative peace and security for the alliance, but Clarke was doubtful, all she could do was enjoy the happy moments before all hell inevitably kicked off once more.
The steady rain and grey skies of the previous two days had temporarily cleared to reveal a bright and welcome sky, just in time for the allocated day that the two leaders had set aside to spend together. All meetings and political events had been pushed forwards, taking place in a more compact period of time to allow the two woman this day to focus on each other. A rare occasion due to the responsibilities that each carried with them.
It had taken all of their willpower to leave the warm furs of their bed behind, tempted to remain in each others arms in the solitude of their own chambers for the rest of the day, far from the outside world as if they were the only two beings in existence.
Clarke smiled to herself as she strolled through the cobbled streets of the city, her gaze lingering on the vendors goods as she passed by each stall, her vision glazing over for a brief moment as she recalled being in the arms of her lover only a few hours earlier.
"What are you smiling about?"
Lexa had drifted to her side unobserved, her voice breaking through the memory as Clarke refocused on the present.
"Nothing," she said with obvious haste, biting her lip as the Commanders eyes expressed that she knew exactly what had been on the woman's mind. "I was just admiring these designs."
She was fortunate enough to be stood before a clothes vendor, although design might not have been the correct word for some of the patterns that had been inventively worked through the fabric.
The woman behind the table smiled shyly and ducked her head in response, dark hair cascading forward to hide her face from the scrutiny of the two most powerful women in Polis. It had taken some time for Clarke to get used to such a reaction now that she was living in the city permanently, her relationship with the Commander no longer a secret to the world, rather a well known fact that demanded respect and acknowledgement.
Within a week Lexa had been quite clear that, in her absence, Wanheda's word was to be followed as if she had given the direct order herself, assigning a personal detail to protect her lover from any who dared to act against the now prominent figure.
"Come, you will want to see this," the Commander said softly, placing a guiding touch on the blonde's arm to direct her towards a nearby stall. Displayed on the wooden surface was a collection of beautifully crafted artwork, infused with explosions of colour that drew the eyes without clashing painfully. It was clear that someone with great skill had produced the works, a lifetime of passion and creativity fuelling the brush strokes.
One in particular drew the blonde's attention; a golden hue accentuating the evening sky above a wide stretch of fine sand, a gentle blue ocean sweeping along the shore.
"It's beautiful," Clarke breathed, leaning closer to admire the professional effort.
A young man with a shaved head stood behind the table, pleased by the clear admiration that the art was receiving.
"My mother painted it only last week. She would be overjoyed to hear such praise," he commented, gently picking the canvas up to present before her. "Take it, my mother would not forgive me if anyone else were to claim it."
For a moment Clarke considered a polite refusal but remembered the Commanders advice to accept such gifts. Turning them down could be viewed as rude or dismissive when her subjects were only attempting to express their loyalty to their leaders and the alliance that they represented. Besides, she could already picture the artwork in her room, hanging before the large table on which she analysed formal paperwork. It would be a welcome relief from the currently plain walls, her own artwork yet to be hung in decoration.
"Thank you," she said sincerely, retrieving the piece carefully from his grip, admiring it for a moment longer before she passed it to one of her escorting guards to transport back to the tower before any harm could befall it. "Your mother is a talented woman, convey my gratitude to her the next time you see her."
The boy ducked his head compliantly, shining with pride that he had gifted Wanheda with his family artwork.
"The honour is ours."
The two prominent women soon moved on between the seemingly endless stalls of Polis, the flow of subjects eager to present their goods before them never ceasing. Turning aside from a collection of abstract pottery, Lexa leant closer to her lover so that none would overhear her words.
"Let's return to the tower. I have prepared a gift for you."
"Lexa you-"
"I didn't have to, but I wanted to,' she interjected dismissively. "Let's go."
The Commander glided away from her lover before she could protest further and started forging a path back to the tower through the gathering of eager subjects calling to their beloved Heda. Clarke did not protest out of a lack of gratitude, quite the opposite in fact. Having Lexa in her life was the greatest gift that she could ask for, no extravagant gestures could exceed that.
Left with no other choice, Clarke advanced through the parting crowd before she could be left behind, smiling and nodding as she hurried by those who signalled for her attention or tried to present more goods for her viewing.
Once free of market crowds, she crossed the comparatively quiet courtyard and glimpsed the Commander poised by the stables, shaking her head lightly as she realised what was waiting for her.
A dappled grey stallion nickered softly at the arrival of the two woman, pawing the ground expectantly to be released from the stable.
"It's time that you received a mount of your own now that you are riding proficiently," the Commander said on Clarke's approach, a slight quirk to her lips as she recalled the hours they had spent just maintaining the blonde's balance atop a horse that exceeded the pace of a slow trot.
That had been almost a year ago and a lot had changed since then. The blonde would never be as adept with the beasts as the Trikru warriors who had learnt the skill in their youth, but she was certainly proud of the progress that had been made.
Clarke chuckled at the indirect humour, reaching out a hand towards the curious beast as it sniffed out any treats that might be procured. She had no food for him this time, but he did not shy away when she gently drew her hand down along his thick mane.
"He's stunning," she finally offered, quite taken by the inquisitive eyes that flickered between the women, a stripe of deep grey running down his nose as he nuzzled against her outstretched hand.
"He is one of the finest stallions to be bred here in Polis,' the Commander explained, 'and he will need a fitting name."
Horses were respected by the warriors who used them for transport, aware that their lives would be far more difficult without the sweeping speed that the animals provided.
Clarke did not have to consider her choice for long, remembering Octavia's brief lecture regarding the selection of Helios for her own mount. One of the books recovered from Mount Weather had contained detailed information of times long past, their people forgotten but the names living through history.
"Apollo," she announced after only brief consideration, pleased to find that the name suited the stallion perfectly.
"A fine name," Lexa agreed, gesturing for the stable hand to retrieve her own white mare, earning a questioning gaze from the blonde.
"Are we going somewhere?"
"Apollo is clearly eager to venture beyond the city, where we go is for you to decide."
The two woman were soon mounted on their respective horses, proceeding through the streets of Polis at an easy walk as those travelling on the less populated side streets cleared the way for their approach. The clatter of their guards hooves echoed over the cobbles in harmony with the leaders mounts, a hushed silence falling over the group as the stones gave way to earth and they left the city streets behind them.
"Where would you like to go?" Lexa inquired, relaxing in the saddle as she embraced the motion of the horse beneath her, virtually merging to become one with the animal.
Clarke was faring far better than she had four months ago, naturally resting atop the horse and guiding it with a steady hand without fear of falling. She could never match the seemingly instinctive skill of the Tariku warriors, but she was doing a damn good job considering her relative lack of experience.
A multitude of ideas had presented themselves to Clarke as she mused over the possibilities. There were stunning clearings, enchanting meadows, and hidden valleys that could be explored, but one thought overshadowed the rest.
"The coast, just like the artwork from earlier," she proposed, unable to think of a more alluring setting for their day trip together.
Lexa nodded her agreement, knowing just the place that would satisfy the blonde's curiosity.
"Perhaps we should test Apollo's stamina and pace," the Commander suggested, already anticipating the flurry of excuses that her lover would express, continuing before any of them could be voiced. "I'll restrain myself from taking the lead if it would make you feel better."
Lexa smirked quietly to herself as her words had the intended effect, noting how Clarke's head whipped towards her at the comment, her body tensing in preparation as her hands tightened around the slack reigns, a competitive glint in her eyes marking an acceptance to the not so subtle challenge.
"I hope you like the view from behind," the blonde woman retorted unexpectedly with a seductive quirk of her eyebrows, responding to the subtle psychological manipulation in kind. Lexa was still processing the flirtatious banter when her lover spurred Apollo to increase his speed, leaving her to stare after them with wide eyes.
It was in essence only a few seconds that Clarke had gained over her lover, but it was all she needed to attempt a decent head start against the far more proficient rider. A smug grin lifted her lips as she streamed ahead of their procession, the wind racing through her streaming blonde hair, making her feel more alive than she thought possible.
The Commander was soon gaining on the brazen woman, although she maintained a steady pace behind the blonde, more intent on watching for any dangers or obstacles ahead that the exhilarated woman might have missed in her haste. They quickly progressed deeper into the rich green forest and Lexa was required to take the lead as their pace slowed, leaving the rolling hills behind them as she guided them to one her favourite coastal locations. It took almost an hour to reach their destination, but what awaited them was more than worth the journey.
Beyond the sheer drop of the cliff lay a perfect golden beach, gentle waves lapping at the shore as the crystal blue water reflected the intense sunlight. Clarke was in awe of the view before them as her horse came to a stop and she hopped down from its back, handing the reins over to a waiting guard.
"You took your time back there, perhaps Apollo has exceeded all of our expectations," she uttered, glimpsing the Commander appear at her side from the corner of her eye, using one hand to shield her vision from the intense sunlight now that they had emerged into the open space.
"Or perhaps you were right and I do enjoy the view from behind," Lexa responded in a husky tone, drawing first a wide eyed stare from the blonde before it gave way to a bout of laughter as the dark haired warrior stared back with exaggerated intensity.
"Okay, you win," Clarke conceded, still smiling to herself as she returned her gaze to the beautiful landscape that was somehow even more breath taking in person than it had been in the painting, unable to turn tear her eyes away from the mesmerizing scene.
They descended down to the beach surface, settling down on the golden sand as the midday sky remained clear with only a light breeze sweeping across the landscape.
There was rarely enough time to make such a trip and enjoy this vibrant location, normally only briefly passing by the sweeping cliffs on various journeys between settlements on political business. It all paled in comparison to her current location where she was unable to tear her eyes away from the seemingly never ending stretch of ocean that reached out to touch the horizon, shimmering with the reflections of the midday sun.
The two women relaxed on the golden sand as their escorting guards stood a polite distance away, prepared for any danger that may present itself whilst allowing their leaders as much privacy as possible.
Saddlebags containing supplies were laid out between them as they conversed over a light meal and a splash of wine, their laughter occasionally floating out over the expansive beach of which they were the sole occupants.
"Titus all but turned the colour of this wine when I disagreed with him yesterday," Clarke recalled with a chuckle, remembering how the bald man had straightened in his chair, clinging to his pride as his idea was subsequently picked apart and abandoned, turning all shades of crimson as his counter argument was similarly dismissed.
It was no secret that the Flame Keeper held a dislike for the Commander's partner, although he knew better than to convey his opinions blatantly in public, instead resorting to a simmering glare that the blonde woman simply ignored.
A small smile quirked the Commander's lips at the memory, even as she shook her head disapprovingly at the rivalry that had sprouted between the two clashing individuals.
"Titus is one of the best Flame Keepers that has served Polis in a long time," she acknowledged, "His political reasoning may not always rational but he is a loyal subject."
"You can say that again," Clarke huffed, wondering where the man drew some of his ideas from, although on occasion he had been known to offer a viable solution that had yet to be considered.
The blonde woman closed her eyes briefly as the conversation came to a natural end, drawing a deep breath of the salty air that cascaded over them from the gentle breeze. It was incredible how relaxed she felt in that moment, allowing herself to withdraw from the political drama's of the city and responsibility that she held for their people, dropping her guard to truly be herself in the company of her lover without the constant need to portray strength and composure.
Lexa did not share her lovers wide-eyed awe for the stunning landscape, having witnessed it a thousand times before. Her gaze was instead fixed on the blonde woman, inconspicuously observing the contented smile as she let herself relax and listen to the soft lapping of waves against the shore.
Life in Polis was brimming with political tension and unrest at the best of times, so it was nice to see her lover unwind in such a peaceful environment without the burden of her people weighing on her mind.
The Commander thoughtfully rolled the tiny grains of sand between her fingers as she shared the blonde's sense of contentment. Moments like these made the struggles worthwhile, to be able to rest peacefully in the knowledge that their people were at peace, at least for the time being. Their duties would never be far away, but they could relax in the knowledge that this time was their own, uninterrupted for a short time by the never ending troubles that faced the alliance.
In a brief moment of nostalgia, Lexa found herself recalling the moment that the blonde stranger had entered her life, once a fearsome enemy and now a faithful lover. She could not have predicted the events that had unfolded since their meeting, although she would not have changed it for the world.
Dusting the sand from her hands, Lexa refocused on the present and spoke softly so as not to break the peaceful spell that had settled over them.
"I've been thinking about hosting a ceremony a few months from now," she began, drawing the blondes attention to an idea that she had been considering for some time.
"A ceremony?"
"To celebrate the inclusion of Skaikru within the alliance. It would be something positive for our people to look forward to."
Clarke's eyes fluttered open and she turned her face towards the Commander, noting the unusually reserved approach to the topic.
"I don't see why not," she replied after a short hesitation, sensing that there was something more to the proposal. "What aren't you saying?"
"I thought it might be best that you deliver the invitation yourself," Lexa added, gauging the reaction of the blonde who was contemplating the suggesting with care.
"Why not send a messenger?"
For a fleeting moment she wondered whether the Commander was trying to take her away from city but quickly brushed the concept aside, knowing that the woman would never be so underhanded.
"Clarke, it has been a month since Azgeda armies withdrew from the Skaikru camp at the King's command," Lexa prompted gently, "a month since your family and friends left Polis and returned to Arkadia whilst you chose to stay here."
"Your point?"
Clarke brushed away the sweeping blonde strands that had been blown across her face as the wind changed direction, shaking herself free of the entangling hair that in hindsight she probably should have braided before their departure.
"In that time you have not once communicated a desire to return to Arkadia, the place that was once your home, where your family and friends reside. Why not?"
A light sigh escaped the blondes lips, her gaze returning to the ocean as if she might find an answer there.
"I have found a place here, with you. My life in Polis is nothing like I could have ever expected, but so much more than I could've imagined."
Lexa listened attentively to the confession, remaining silent as the woman paused to order her thoughts.
"People in Arkadia look to me like I'm so kind of mythical creature, not knowing whether to be afraid or impressed by my achievements. Their world is completely different to ours and I don't know how I fit into it anymore."
It seemed like an eternity since she had lived in Arkadia, the past year necessitating her movement back and forth from the city and the surrounding settlements as they had dealt with an incessant torrent of threats and danger. In between wars, political unrest, and an unhealthy history of being kidnapped, Clarke had not truly lived in Arkadia for longer than she cared to remember.
"You have to go back Clarke, they're your people," Lexa said, stating aloud what they both already knew. "Your Skaikru blood ties will never be forgotten. They are your people, our people now, and they will be overjoyed at your return."
It sounded so simple. The return of a woman who had saved her people from the atrocities of the mountain men, the treacherous advances of the Azgeda army, and secured their place within an alliance that would provide them with security and safety.
Not everyone would be so pleased to see her. Undoubtedly there would be a minority who would view her as a traitor to their people, making alliances and sharing a bed with those who they considered to be nothing more than vicious heathens.
It was inescapable, impossible to please everyone but easier to avoid the hostile glares and false pretences that would bring nothing but trouble.
"You're right, I cannot hide in Polis forever," Clarke admitted, not even consciously aware of her avoidance of what had once been called her home, having been so swept up in the new life that the lucrative city provided. Of course she wanted to see her friends and family again, to ensure that they were thriving and living their best lives. She would never lose her will to see her people safe and happy.
"Then it's settled. You have a few weeks yet to come to terms with the prospect and prepare an apology for your mother when she undoubtedly mentions your prolonged absence."
Clarke's tension eased as she laughed lightly at the teasing statement, already imagining the far from subtle remarks that were to come her way regarding her lack of communication with the camp.
"I can't wait, the world has been too quiet without her lectures."
The conversation easily swept on to encompass less pressing topics, easing away from distant plans in place of light hearted tales and discussion.
Time escaped the women as they remined engrossed with each other's company, only acknowledging the world around them when a haze of grey clouds began to invade the sky, replacing the comfortable warmth with a noticeable chill that signalled an end to their day together.
"Thank you for today," Clarke said sincerely as they both came to the same conclusion. "For everything"
The Commander rose gracefully to her feet, patting the remnants of sand from her clothes before reaching a hand out for Clarke to grasp.
"You're welcome," she replied, pulling the woman up with one strong motion so that there was hardly an inch of space left between them. The brunette leaned forwards and captured the blonde's lips with her own, a tender kiss that conveyed more emotion than words could ever possess.
The sea breeze arched around their merging forms, sweeping locks of brunette and blonde hair aside as their hands remained entwined between them, reluctant to let go.
Clarke rested her forehead against her lovers, gently interlocking their fingers as she savoured the moment before it became another iconic memory that they would one day recall with joyous smiles. If only such moments could last an eternity.
All too soon they reluctantly allowed the distance to grow, packing away their belongings in preparation for the journey back to the city.
Regardless of what awaited them in Polis, this day would be forever remembered and cherished, adding to the collection of memories that the pair were creating around their pressing duties as leaders. They could return to Polis content in the knowledge that their time together had not been wasteful.
The ride back to the city seemed longer than Clarke remembered, though perhaps it was her reluctance to let this day slip by that contributed to the perception.
Just over halfway on their return journey to the city, the Commander called a halt to their advance when they reached a babbling brook, signalling that the horses should be allowed a brief moment to hydrate from the clear water.
The group dismounted and Clarke soothingly stroked Apollo's neck as she led him to the stream, releasing his reins so that she could perch on a nearby rock with the Commander, more than enough room for the two of them to sit with shoulders brushing in the afternoon light.
"Not quite ready to face Titus' elaborate reports?" Clarke inquired with light humour, shifting to find a comfortable position on the hard surface. No doubt the man was impatiently pacing the corridors awaiting their return.
"Perhaps I just wanted to make this day last a little longer," the Commander responded softly, a silence falling over the couple as they wondered when they might next be able to take an entire day to themselves. You never knew what each passing day would bring and it was important to cherish every moment.
Clarke dismissed the sense of sorrow that threatened her at the thought and rather rested her head gently against her lovers shoulder, her slightly lower vantage point giving her the perfect height at which to rest comfortably and let the peaceful forest setting wash the pressing worries away.
The Commander dipped her head in response, her check settling against wisps of blonde hair as they let the silence fill the unsaid words between them. The guards had formed a perimeter interspersed within the surrounding trees, offering a sanctuary in which the two fearless leaders could allow themselves a moment to be nothing more than a couple in love.
Clarke's eyes had just fluttered closed, lost in the perfection of the moment, when an unannounced whistle cut through the air, a distinct hum to the motion that cut through the gently bubbling stream and distant warbles of bird cry with violent promise.
The two woman jerked to attention at the sudden sound, sharing a mutual look of concern before they simultaneously glanced in the direction of the intrusive noise, filled with horror to witness the left-most guard stagger unsteadily as he gripped the embedded arrow that protruded from his chest.
Another arrow swiftly followed the first, burying itself in the earth not a few metres away from the unsuspecting leaders before a third struck another guard between the eyes.
Lexa did not need to command her warriors to take cover, the two woman already scrambling to shelter behind the nearest trees before they could fall prey to the unidentified attacker. Clarke hurriedly tucked herself behind a thick trunk, tightly holding her body behind its protective core as she glanced furtively around to assess the situation.
It could be assumed from the relatively infrequent bursts of fire that there was only one enemy in the vicinity, although it was impossible to be certain of the fact. The only certainty was that they would eventually run out of ammunition, prompting a hasty counter attack that would presumably overwhelm their enemy.
One of the five guards was certainly deceased, another mortally wounded, leaving three remaining warriors to protect the two woman. Not that Lexa was intending to remain far enough behind to require protecting. Rather she was already concocting her own plan, fuelled with rage at the unprovoked intrusion.
She shared a long glance with Clarke as they remained resolute in the face of ongoing enemy fire, conveying her plan with a series of gestures that would direct the group into precise placements.
Clarke and the remaining guards nodded their understanding, silently waiting in tense anticipation for the next arrow to strike the ground. The response was immediate when the deadly bolt landed harmlessly to the left of their cover, every warrior rushing out from their shelter to advance upon the unsuspecting traitor.
The three guards dashed in a wide arc around the suspected origin of the attacker who was now overwhelmed by the mass movement towards him and struggled to choose a target as they whipped through the undergrowth in a blur.
Clarke leapt lithely over a protruding root as she avoided its deadly tendril, fearing a stray bolt would catch her if she was unfortunate enough to fall over the obstacle. She reached her directed cover without further delay, taking a moment to catch her breath before the next phase of the plan was enacted.
It was now clear that the intruder had obtained a strategic cover of his own, ducking out from behind the protective vegetation with impressive speed to fell a third guard.
The remaining two guards were successfully able to navigate around the target, foregoing cover to attempt a charge as the attacker suddenly found himself overwhelmed from all sides by the those who had only recently been his victims.
Survival instincts quickly empowered the traitor to greater strengths and he swiftly abandoned his bow in favour of a perfectly honed blade that would provide a more suitable defence against the oncoming threats.
He hurtled with astonishing speed towards the advancing guards, his weapon seeming to dance through the air with deadly precision as it it slashed and parried against the two attackers. He held is own only long enough for the Commander to descend into the chaos, swiftly taking charge of the situation to embed her own blade straight through the traitors back, arriving with such immense power that the man was subjected to the mortal injury before he had even acknowledged the sudden presence behind him.
Lexa braced her leg against the fallen man and heaved her sword free from his broken body, grimacing as a spray of blood traced a deathly pattern over her shirt.
Clarke had been poised with gun raised, ready to fire if necessary providing that there was an opportune moment to strike without injuring her own warriors. With the imminent danger now subdued, she holstered the gun and advanced to stand besides the Commander who was breathing deeply from the exertion of her charge, sword held steadily in preparation as she roughly kicked the traitor over onto his back.
To their surprise there was a satisfied smile fixed on the dying man's face, not quite what one expected to witness in the final moments of life. His lips moved minutely as he struggled to emit sound, heaving in one finally shaking breath to gather the remnants of his life force.
"For the Queen," he gurgled, the chilling words unmistakable before he erupted into a painful spasm, choking silently as the blood flooded his throat, only to fall silent when the Commander struck the final death blow.
A sunless sky bore witness to the violent outburst, grey clouds having conquered the once clear sky to cast an ominous shadow on the land below.
"Gather the injured and deceased," the Commander ordered after a brief pause, her expression conveying a simmering fury at the dying man's triumph. "We ride for Polis immediately."
The warriors who were still able to obey hurried to retrieve their fallen comrades, leaving only the traitor lying motionless in the undergrowth. Nature would certainly take care of him and Clarke suppressed a shudder to think of what beasts would soon pick up the scent of blood and converge on the scene.
The two leaders didn't share another word as they returned to their horses and resumed their return journey to Polis at a far greater speed. There was no need to comment on what had just happened, there had been been no mistaking the scarification's that crisscrossed their attackers features and accompanying white war paint that streaked along his cheeks.
This man was Azgeda, or at least he had been. Either that or someone was doing a wonderful job at framing the disgraced nation for treason. Regardless of the truth, an attack on the alliance leaders would not go unanswered and it would be a long road to discovering the commanding hand behind this violent treachery.
The cold fury of the Commander would surely descend upon whoever had directed such a distasteful, unprovoked attack and no one in the thirteen clans would be spared her judgement. Perhaps the fragile peace had in reality been nothing more than a careful concealment of the ongoing treachery and scheming plots that continued to simmer in the hearts of their enemies.
Clarke braced herself atop Apollo as the world sped by in a blur, lost in thoughts of the past and what was to come. The peace had been good while it had lasted, although this had been an inevitable reality. She squinted up at the darkening sky as they rode at breath-taking speed towards Polis and the political unrest that awaited them there, a grimace contorting her expression as she witnessed the black clouds advancing overhead. A storm was approaching.
The long awaited sequel has arrived!
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