Lexa had nearly lost them.

It was supposed to be a simple negotiation, a warning issued to a rogue band of Sangedakru who had been harassing the trade roads. But everything fell apart in minutes. Swords were drawn. A blade had been swung toward {{user}}. Lexa had stepped in, instinct taking over, her own shoulder bloodied as the fight ended.

Back in her quarters, the wound was cleaned. Bandaged. The chaos subdued.

But the panic hadn’t left her chest.

you sat by her now, close enough to touch, your expression tight with unspoken fear. “You didn’t have to jump in like that.” you murmured.

Lexa: “I did.” Lexa replied, her voice low but unyielding. “You could have been killed.”