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With little care, the prized boar in her hunt for food, was dropped near the fire pit where she would clean the animal later and present a meal for her family. Though small, providing was proving to be more difficult due to the damage done by praimfaya, she was pleased to have succeeded in her trip. Obstacles in their survival were frequent, but Lexa was proud of her family’s resourcefulness. The silence was broken, lifting a smile on her features which had become more common since the wave of death swept over her lands and left with little. Though her people were most likely lost, for which she had grieved, but selfishly she couldn’t regret the happiness she had found. 

She had been ready to say her goodbyes to her lover, to hope for her return for which she would wait, but their plans had drastically changed when she had found Clarke. Heart hammering in her chest, she believed to have found her lifeless body. She vividly remembers how her body trembled as she checked for any sign of life. Her pulse had been weak, but the blood of her own running through the sky girl’s veins kept her from succumbing to the radiation. The first few days had been a struggle, but together they had survived. 

Brushing her hands on her pants she followed the sounds, her footfalls softly as she easily navigated through the trees that had been home for as long as she could remember. The essence of praimfaya were clear, but nature was fighting back and with little returning to it’s glory. As expected she found Madi practicing under the watchful eye of Clarke who gently encouraged her to push her limits and grow in the skills she was developing. With a tenderness showed without limitations, she rested her hands on strong shoulders. “She’s improving.” 

Normally, they group was pretty tight knit. None of them went off on their own out of worry that they get separated. But sometimes, Cameron was just too quick to get away. He was after all their most skilled runner for supplies. And thanks to the sparring lessons with his older brothers, he was a decent fighter. 

He lugs the pack back over his shoulders and surveys the area for signs of life and almost misses her entirely. He can just see the flash of blonde hair round the corner out of sight when his curiosity gets the better of him. He picks up speed at a jog to catch up with her, almost colliding with her at a screeching halt. 

“H-hey--” He stumbles, hoping she doesn’t immediately try to kill him for his haul. “Just saw you and thought I’d-- make sure you were alright?” He asks more than states.

The evident gentleness in her tone of voice when instructing Madi to continue clearing the smaller pieces of rocks away and be mindful, showed her maternal side opposed to commanding an entire army. While both seen as orders, there was a significant difference in her new role of motherhood --- one that took priority in her senses of duty. Ensuring the youngster’s safety with a glance over her shoulder, she once more turned to face her lover.

“You’re not fine, Klark.” ignoring her love’s protest she crouched down next to her, cupping her cheeks to examine  the head wound. Sparing her a look that offered no challenge, she tenderly moved strands of hair to pass judgement over the seriousness. Although it looked rather bad, it was relatively nothing to worry over. 

Rising to her full height she glanced around until she found what she had been looking for --- small flask in which they had reserved water. Ripping a piece of her own shirt she dabbed some water on the cloth and returned to Clarke’s side so she could clean the wound. “Let me..” she told her, refusing to leave her side until she would allow treatment. 

Jefferson moved through the castle, sticking close to the edges of the walls and trying to blend in with the servants as they moved about. The reason he had come to Camelot was hidden somewhere within the walls though he wouldn’t be free to search more until the ball began. He’d find the item and be back at the Dark Castle long before any of Arthur’s guards managed to realize anything had been stolen.

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Her fate had been decided before the babe was but thought in her mother’s eyes. There had been war and strife, victory creeping upon her doors with just a hint of cruelty if one looked too closely, and it was then that they summoned her with heads bowed and tears gathered in their royal eyes.

Her cold fingers had touched the cheeks of her nemesis, guards drawing their swords in a final act of bravery before the metal melted into their hands. You know what I want, she had said, withdrawing her hand to instead pace around a table made of the brightest wood they could find. A protest had met her steps, and a promise had fallen from her lips to finish the war in an end to the argument that bore no fruit.

She had ogres and giants, the dark one clapping from his bench as he watched her tear the lands apart. There was no woman or child spared in the fight, her spoils of war growing each day when her men would return victorious, gaping holes in their chests where their hearts should be, her bloodied hands squeezing a little tighter to command pain and respect.

A deal had been made then, blood used as ink and a raven’s feather plucked from the air to turn gold in the seal of their agreement. It would be best, they said, better for all involved. And for once, Regina did so agree to ruining the lives of those who dare challenge her by corrupting their heir for peace.

That was eighteen years ago, eighteen long years in which the vines on her hand had remained as a reminder for the marriage that had yet to come. It would disappear with repeated vows, a token of marriage and whatever else Snow insisted on for the girl Regina had yet to even see. 

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