I'll be the Bad Guy

Chapter 44: The Day of Judgement

Lexa's POV-

I pace my throne room, feeling the glare of several warriors and generals.

"Heda?" One asks.

I snap my head up, shooting daggers through my eyes.

"Do you plan to kill Wanheda?" He asks, a few others nod in agreement with his question. In truth, I knew I could never kill Clarke, but I couldn't let others think me any less than ruthless.

"I'll do whatever is necessary." I assert back.

Just then, a messenger pushes through the tent, bowing towards me.

"Excuse me, Heda. I have a message from Titus." He speaks.

I hold out my hand as he places a roll of parchment in it.

It reads...

Heda,

I write to inform you of the unrest between regions. The representatives from Trifedakru, Flodonkru, Sangedakru, Ouska Ejon Kru, and Podakru are demanding that you kill Wanheda to maintain strength and unity of the Coalition. As you well know, Azgeda, Trishanakru, and Yuiledakru have all sent bounty hunters to retrieve Wanheda and take her to their leaders. Queen Nia of Azgeda has sent Prince Roan to find Wanheda and bring her to Ice Nation so that she may kill her and command death. There is no doubt that if this happens Nia will attack Polis and may even gain supporters from other clans.

I urge you to consider your options and what is best for the Coalition and your power.

Kill Wanheda.

Your Flamekeeper,

Titus

I crumple up the parchment and toss it to the fire pit as I continue to pace the dirt floors.

"EVERYONE OUT!!!" I scream.

"Bring me Wanheda." I seethe, gritting my teeth.

Quickly, my tent empties leaving only myself, silence, and the glow of my candles as I wait for Clarke.

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Lexa's POV-

I lean my body against my bedpost, anxiously anticipating Clarke to enter my tent. It was just past midnight, and the only sound was that of me breathing in the large empty room.

I hear as several pairs of footsteps approach and with one swift movement of the tent flap, Clarke and I are alone for the first time in months.

"Commander." She hisses, speaking my title as if it were poison.

"Clarke. Or should I call you Wanheda? The girl who destroyed armies." I speak softly, studying her reactions with a hint of amusement playing in my eyes.

Clarke holds my eye contact, fury clouding her ocean blue vision.

I step closer towards her, trying to spark some sort of reaction.

"I wouldn't have had to if it wasn't for you." She speaks. Her voice is quiet and chilling, sending shivers up my spine.

"Don't speak to me like I'm a monster." I speak. Everyone believed I was a monster. If Clarke did too, it would break my heart. Although, I couldn't really blame her if she did.

"Would a monster make a deal with the enemy, condemning hundreds of innocent people to death?"

"Because I think you did that." She hisses.