I'll be the Bad Guy

Chapter 58: Death Before Retreat

Clarke's POV-

After our short break we ride for 4 more hours before finally setting up a small overnight camp.

When the warriors began to set up the Commander's and Anya's tent, the sun was beginning to set. Now that they're done, I watch the glistening stars as I search for the man in the moon to entertain myself.

Lexa's tent had been the first one up, so she has been hidden away writing letters and doing other Commander-y things while the warriors who weren't setting up the rest of camp went out to tend to the horses and hunt for our dinner. Really, it was only just Anya and I not doing anything now. Anya had bounced in and out of Lexa's tent periodically throughout the evening, and she led a hunting party earlier in the night but now that things were finishing up, we both sat by the fire in silence.

Anya was the only one that knew of me and Lexa's relationship- to what extent... I wasn't sure, but I could not even be 100% sure that Titus knew, although I assume he suspects it.

"Why did you ask to come along to Arkadia?" I speak up, breaking the silence.

Anya raises her head and turns to me.

"It is my job to protect the Commander." She responds plainly, turning away again.

"Are you going to see Raven?" I question.

Anya's eyes narrow and she bites the inside of her cheek to hold back what I assume are choiceful words.

"It's none of your business, sky girl." She snarls.

I was just trying to make conversation.

"Do you have an issue with me?" I speak up, raising my eyebrows forcefully.

She has treated me terribly for several weeks now, and I honestly didn't know why.

Anya lets out a judgmental scoff as she looks me up and down viciously before taking a long sip from her cup.

"There is no problem, right Anya?" Another voice interjects from behind me. The voice is chilling and foreceful.

It's the Commander. I spin my body around to face her, but Lexa focuses her eyes on Anya, glaring at her expectantly.

Anya sighs and responds.

"I have no issue with you, Clarke." She relents.

I nod in acceptance, and although I don't feel her response was completely genuine, it was enough for now.

"Good." Lexa concludes, finally taking the time to look down at me.

"Clarke, a word?" She asks, although she immediately starts to walk away expecting me to follow. Her request was a command in disguise.

I get up, brushing dirt from my lap as I give Anya one last look. She eyes me coldly watching me leave as she gulps down the last of her drink.

I follow Lexa, trying to keep up with her walking pace, while also not walking side by side, out of respect with all the eyes on us.

We get into her tent, and she holds the flap open for me, letting me slip through before her- something that if anyone else saw would be difficult to explain.

The inside of the tent is small, but only slightly larger than Anya's. There were a few dozen golden candles lit and a small cot with a desk and chair.

I stand awkwardly in the center of the room, not knowing where to go.

Lexa buzzes around me moving papers while I wait for direction.