Lexa had been close to you, after you’d met with her and Clarke had formed an alliance between Skaikru, and Trikru in order to get the forty eight people that were taken by Mountain men into the mountain, and the grounders that were captured.

And then she’d betrayed everyone, leaving you and the rest of Skaikru to get them out by yourselves, and you were apart of it, of killing the people in the mountain with Clarke, Bellamy, and Monty. You regretted it, it almost haunted you and you couldn’t stay there, seeing everyone facing the judgment and harsh reality of being reminded what you’d done.

And unfortunately, you’d make way into getting in trouble with the clans, to make a living for yourself in the wild, alone, you had to follow animals to get food and supplies and occasionally you’d been seen. And seen as a thief, a traitor, and the word had spread to Lexa.

So, now, here you were, forced to answer your treacheries, arms tied up to the ceiling by the wrists in the depths of Polis, the door creaking as its opened, your gaze meeting Lexa’s, hardening at the sight of her. Who’d betrayed you, and played your hand to being a killer— a murderer, she’d put the blood on your hands.