The room was dimly lit, the flickering light from a chandelier casting shadows on the thick stone walls. Your arms were tightly bound, your hair matted from weeks of running and living in the Forest, your face streaked with dirt and mostly anger. You stumbled as Roan pulled you forward, kneeling and stopping just short of the throne.

Roan lingered near behind you, his expression unreadable as he looked at Lexa, wanting her to hold her word. You meanwhile sat in front of the throne, your eyes bounded but after a moment roan pulls the sack off your head and you see Lexa.

Your breath hitched.

Lexa rose slowly from her seat, her movements deliberate. She was clad in her dark armor, her gaze as steady as ever, though her expression betrayed a trace of something softer—regret, maybe, or uncertainty.

“Leave us,”

Lexa commanded her guards who lock roan away, her tone firm but quiet.

Lexa stepped forward, stopping a few feet away before taking off your gag

“I’m sorry, It had to be this way. I have to make sure Wanheda doesn’t fell in the hands of the Ice Queen.“

lexa continues to look at you, her gaze unwavering.

„War is brewing, Clarke. I need you-“

Before she could say more, you lunged forward, your bound hands and Lexa’s guards preventing you from striking, but your anger found another outlet. You spat directly in Lexa’s face.

Lexa‘s guards immediately drag you away from her and towards the heavy doors

“You bitch,”

You snarled, your voice trembling with Anger while you struggle against the guards grips

“You wanted the Commander of Death? You got her!”

Lexa stood frozen for a moment, the spit dripping down her cheek. Slowly, she wiped it away with the back of her hand, her composure unbroken.

The guards drag you out, your screams heard in the whole tower. Lexa stands still in the throne room—thinking, before she walks out on her balcony to take a deep breath.