140AD - The Rise to Empress || [GxG] ||

Chapter 38

My apologies for my long absence. Things have gone from terrible to absolute shit. I've been practically roosting on this part for over a month and only finished it today.

I only managed to get in the mood to write again today.

From just about taking over the family business, to my father's operation, and my university classes and assignments, my mind has been in complete shambles.

To add on top of that, I lost two dear friends on the 27th of August in a car accident, so that tossed me into yet another spiral that I'm just starting to climb out of now.

So yeah, that's where I'm at.

I hope this serves as an explanation as to why I've been M.I.A. Rest assured I have not abandoned this story and I never will. The only thing that'll stop me from finishing this is my literal death.

I hope this part is enjoyable though. A lot of research went into it, and an unimaginable amount of hours to complete. It will have a lot of history in it, a flashback, and old wounds being picked at again.

All the love, 

Mic.

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Translations:

(Latin)

Quinque, quattuor, tres, duo, unus. = Five, four, three, two, one.

Stigma = Branding / Tattoo.

(Greek)

Pes geia = Say hello.

Geia. = Hello

Geia sou mikrí. = Hello little one.

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"Please don't make me get in there." Clarke pleads, eyebrows furrowed and lips in a very obvious pout. "I'll look like a fool."

"You're a fool if you think you're not getting your feet a little dirty today. Now quit giving me that look and come here, I'll help you." Lexa chuckled, holding her hands out for the Empress to take. "Come on, love." She continued to urge in the most loving way possible. She truly enjoyed days like these that allowed reminiscing of past days. These were the type of days that reminded her of Polis and sharing just a small glint of it with Clarke meant the world to her.

"Help me to what? Ruin this perfect material?" The Empress waved a piece of the blue material even though she was inevitably already busy shimmying her feet out of the leather straps of her sandals, knowing that Lexa wasn't going to let up. How could she deny her though? When Lexa had nothing short of a childlike glint in her eye of pure glee ... it was so hard to say no to her. When Lexa became so animated and vivacious in the moment ... Clarke couldn't help love her even more.

Lexa was determined to come to the vineyard today and mash some grapes. Clarke wasn't sure how she thought wine was made exactly but after finding out people used their potentially dirty feet; she suddenly wasn't so keen for red wine anymore.

After some rather convincing words, and maybe a few kisses, Clarke relented and said she would consider getting into a wine pit, but just barely. Lexa was just convincing like that.

"Don't make me come get you." Lexa was already walking toward the edge of the pit, a mischievous grin in place. Her armour was already half undone, the straps on the side unclipped and her blue sash already tossed to the side. "Ten seconds before I pick you up and drop you in here, pretty dress and all."