To Skaikru, she was known as Kota. To anyone else, she was known as Dakoda kom Trikru, Lincoln's younger sister. Having Lincoln as an older brother meant that she always felt overprotected growing up. But what people underestimated about her as she...
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chapter 4 - welcome home
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One Week Later...
"Gyon op gon Heda." Titus proclaimed, as Lexa walked into the Throne room. [Rise for your Commander.]
All of the ambassadors from the other 11 clans bowed before her, no questions asked. Even Indra and Kota were showing their respects by kneeling down as well. There was only one man left standing when Lexa turned around, and she eyed him, expectantly.
"Azgeda na spek yo daun gon yo Heda." Titus stood up, and glared at the man, who didn't seem fazed whatsoever. [Azgeda will bow before your Commander.]
"Heda-de beda spek em daun gon Azgeda, you." The ambassador spoke up with confidence. "Osir get in ha osir nou na fis op nou ginteik gon osir baga." [The Commander should bow before Azgeda. We know not to make treaties with our enemies.]
"Heda nou spek em daun gon non nowe." Kota declared, standing up as well. [The Commander bows before no one.]
She took a few steps forward, but Lexa quickly grabbed her arm. "Stand down, Kota."
"Seintaim em seimbeda sleng kom baga." The man spat. [She even prefers the enemy's language.]
"And you will use it too," Lexa looked at him, pointedly. "In honor of our guests this evening."
Those words instantly caught Dakota's attention. How could she have completely forgotten that the summit with Skaikru was happening today at sundown? The plan was for Clarke to be returned to her people, so that Lexa could offer them to join her coalition as the 13th clan. Kota hadn't really thought too much of how the evening would turn out. She just hoped that Octavia would be coming to the meeting as well.
It had been a full week since they last saw each other and Kota missed her terribly. It was so much colder when she slept at night without the brunette by her side. She missed falling asleep and waking up to her beautiful aroma—which oddly consisted of wild flowers and gun powder—as well as the way they took turns holding one another each night. It just wasn't the same without her.
Unbeknownst to Dakota, but Octavia was feeling the exact same way. The separation anxiety and fear of the worst plagued the brunette's mind nearly everyday. She knew that the grounder girl could take care of herself—most of the time—however, Octavia still worried for her safety nonetheless.
She too missed her presence and craved her touch. The thought of finally being able to lay her head on Dakota's chest once more, while the girl ran her fingers through the brunette's hair, made Octavia ache to feel that same soothing comfort as soon as possible.
She had been sleeping outside of Arkadia, due to unpleasantries and disagreements, where she ultimately decided to stick to the roots of the grounder ways. Lincoln sometimes camped out there with her, so he could make sure she was safe. However, it was very rare that it happened, since Lincoln was falling into Skaikru's ways instead.
