A/N: So this story came to me in the middle of the night and I found myself writing the outline at 3am. Massive thanks to Jellymankelly for turning my 3am ramblings into actual intelligible words. If you haven't already then check out her commander and chief verse (it's the best) hope you enjoy the read and for all my Cinniúint fans chapter 8 is almost ready.


Lexa watches as the light slowly filters in through the window of her sleeping quarters, casting an ethereal glow over golden hair and sun burnished skin. She leans over, covering the exposed skin of her houmon in light kisses, paying special attention to the intricate tattoo splayed over her left shoulder that marks their bond. Lexa enjoys days like these, waking with her sky princess naked and sleep warm, nestled in her arms. She never imagined she would find love again until one day it literally fell from the sky.

It's been almost three years since they found Clarke in the forest, near death. Lexa had just convened a meeting of the leaders of the Coalition when they were disrupted by the sound of startled shouting just outside the meeting lodge, followed by a huge, earth shaking crash. One of the young Floudonkru seconds had then rushed in, babbling in fear about a star falling to the earth. Immediately, Gustus, one of Lexa's most trusted military advisors had concluded that what the second witnessed was not in fact a falling star, but a failed attack by their long-time enemies, the Mountain Men. Lexa had immediately dispatched a group of scouts led by her mentor-turned-general, Anya, to investigate the site of the crash to determine what damage had been caused, and if it was truly a Maun Men weapon as Gustus suspected.

The scouts had returned hours later, carrying the limp and broken body of a young woman. As they rushed her to the healer's tent, one of the scouts explained they had found the woman at the site of the crash, trapped in a large, twisted metal box, bloody and unconscious. Seeing Clarke that first time, mangled but with a steady breathing that revealed her strong spirit had woken something in Lexa, and she knew that this beautiful girl who fell from the sky would change everything.

"I can hear your thoughts even in sleep," the blonde mumbles sleepily, before peeking one eye open, then the other and slowly leaning in to kiss Lexa's head. "What troubles you so early my love?" she asks gently.

"Nothing troubles me when I wake to you in my arms. I am simply enjoying the quiet of the morning, before duty calls me away from you," Lexa responds. She then leans in to kiss Clarke solidly on the lips, letting the blonde deepen it for a few moments before pulling back slowly, trailing kisses along her jaw.

Clarke turns her face to capture Lexa's lips again, appreciating the time she has with her wife just being Lexa and not Heda kom Trikru. "The sun has barely risen; we can afford ourselves a few more moments," she says before deepening the kiss once more, fingertips dancing down Lexa's toned back, mapping all the designs she knows by heart.


Finally as more light floods the room, they separate to get ready for the day. Like clock work, Anya is at the door just after they have both finished readying themselves.

"Morning Heda, Skai Prisa." She bows her head respectfully and receives a nod in greeting from both women. "Are you ready for today's hunt?" she asks Clarke, who is fastening her armor and checking her weapons. Anya's lips twitch with a smile, seeing her second's face already painted and noticing the black marks on Lexa's fingers.

Anya, having seen the fire in wild blue eyes, took Clarke on as her second after she had recovered from her numerous injuries. The two had become close while Anya had been in charge of interrogating Clarke about where she came from, and they both quickly realized how little Clarke remembered of her life before she fell to the earth. Just as she had surmised, the blonde took on the challenge and learned quickly. Although sometimes she let her heart rule over her head, she was resourceful and had an unexpected knowledge of healing, which came in handy out on the battlefield or during a hunt. Her ability to draw also helped with making new maps of areas they would explore during her survival training. Over time the girl became as skilled with a blade as with a piece of kohl.

Anya suspected the sky girl must have a strong spirit, not only because she survived a fall from the sky, but because she had so quickly and effortlessly garnered the commander's attention and interest even while unconscious. As if her spirit was calling out to the commander's own spirit, regardless of the shattered state of her body.

Despite opposition from a small but vocal minority of the Coalition leaders, Lexa made it her mission to spend time with the sky girl, teaching her their native tongue so as to integrate the strange newcomer amongst her people more easily. She was warned on several occasions that her new ward would be under close scrutiny, and if she should ever show signs of bringing danger to the clans, it would be on Lexa's head.

Anya was not surprised to see their bond grow stronger as the seasons changed in spite of these warnings. After months of watching Lexa survive only for the sake of her people, the general was happy to see her friend and former second finally regaining her will to truly live. She was definitely more than willing to welcome Clarke into their tribe and help Lexa with the rituals to initiate their bonding ceremony a year later. The bonding ceremony was the biggest celebration Polis had seen in a long time, with all the leaders of the Coalition present to represent their clans' support, some more willingly than others. Anya had watched with great joy as her young friend and her new wife began to build a life together in the capital city where she had watched the Commander grow.

Refocusing her mind on the present, Anya catches the blonde nodding that she is ready to depart. Bowing once more in return, she leaves the pair's private quarters to wait at the entrance of their home. Being one of Lexa's closest friends and a trusted general, she is one of a small handful of people permitted to come and go from the Commander's home as she pleases.

Lexa wraps her arms around Clarke, giving her a light kiss and squeezing the blonde to her once more before they go their separate ways. "Be careful and swift, my love. I will see you when you return."

Clarke kisses Lexa on the cheek before giving her own squeeze. "Be patient and keep your spirit right where it is. I will return to you before the sun has set," she promises, same as she does every morning. They break their hold and she steps out to meet up with Anya and the rest of the hunting party, who have gathered at the door, ready for the day ahead.

Their hunting party is a standard one, comprised of ten warriors who split off into pairs upon reaching the forest. The cold season will soon be upon them, so stocking up on meat and fur for the coming months is a necessity. Anya and Clarke have become an exceptional hunting team, tracking the animals, luring and trapping them, before moving in for the kill. Anya is often proud of how well her second has grown in her abilities, though she never says as much to the sky girl. Often instead she will tease the younger woman about 'smelling like the sky' and tromping around the forest loudly as a Pauna does, though she had long since taught Clarke to move silently as all Trikru must in order to survive.


The hunters return late in the afternoon with two big boars, a two headed deer, and a large black bear to show for their combined efforts. Once smoked, the meat their kills provide will last the city for at least a couple weeks, more if the gathering party that also left in the morning are as successful in their own hunt. Anya and Clarke both return to the capital happy with the day's work and joking around about their near misadventures, but stop when they see a messenger running full speed towards them.

He stops when he reaches them, bowing his head in deference before speaking. "Heda requires your presence in the war council." The two women look at each other, wondering what could have happened while they were away. The clans were currently at peace, choosing to join forces against their common enemy - the Mountain Men.

Both dismount their horses, handing off the reins to the messenger, and make their way to the war room. Walking in they notice the tight faces of the generals and seconds around them, looking to the commander. Her face is stoic, but Clarke notices the strain in her eyes.

Anya stands next to Gustus, somewhat dwarfed by his imposing frame, and Clarke stands next to his second, Ryder, an equally intimidating warrior, but very friendly as Clarke had come to learn in her training alongside him. He is always the first to help her in the areas she struggles and they often stand in guard duty together.

"Clarke, Anya, I trust your hunt was successful?" Lexa asks, looking first to Clarke, then Anya, and back to Clarke, her eyes lingering as if checking Clarke over for any injuries. Both give a slight nod. Clarke can see right through Lexa's aloof mask - something is stressing her and she had been worried about them, more so than usual.

"What's happening? Have one of our villages been attacked?" Anya asks looking around and noticing a warrior from one of the villages near TonDC, the strips of green and yellow fabric laced through her armor giving her away. Anya and Clarke's own ribbons of green and red identify them as part of Lexa's command.

Lexa looks around the room at her generals and their seconds, her kohl lined eyes locking on to sharp, curious blue as she speaks. "The sky has fallen once again and this time it seems to be intentional." Her words seem to suck the air out of the room, all eyes turning to Clarke.