fragile | clexa

chapter forty six

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The shift of guards had just changed after Lexa and Clarke had disappeared in the tent. Octavia and Lincoln were there again, their son looked over by Lincoln's mother, and one of the previous guards just gave the two the basic information.

"The medicine for Clarke needs to be grabbed just now and maybe one should look after the horse again, to make sure everything's alright. The Heda just got back, dinner might still be asked for," and so on.

So while Lincoln guarded the tent alone, Octavia checked up on the horse and went to get Clarke's medicine from the healers tent. Every minute of the day and particularly when she was signed up as guard, Octavia couldn't get her disliking for the whole situation out of her head. No, not her disliking. Her pure hate.

Clarke wouldn't talk about those past years with her more than necessary, but it wasn't that it took much more than a single view on her mental and physical health to know being a slave hadn't been fun.

These assholes had kidnapped Clarke while she was on her date with Finn, had almost taken the poor boy too, for years Clarke had been tortured, raped and brainwashed and now she was the slave of the oh-so-great Heda who of course would never harm a fly.

Everything felt wrong about it. The amount of manipulating skills the Heda had to have and probably all, one after another, used on Clarke made Octavia feel sick.

But no, Clarke wouldn't hear any of it.

With a scowl, Octavia pushed past the tent flap, medicine in the hands that hadn't even thought as far as to knock and she almost dropped them- no, she did drop them- when she saw the sight in front of her.

The Heda's bare back was the first thing that caught her eye, then the rest of her body beneath furs as she was half on top of Clarke, and finally, what made Octavia red in anger, kissing her.

"Get off her!" she yelled and the next moment, Lincoln was inside the tent too, his eyebrows raising a bit in surprise seeing the Heda and Clarke break apart from that kiss. (Not really that surprised.) He grabbed his wife's arm and held her back from something she would later on regret.

"Sorry. She meant to say that the medicine is here and she also meant to knock beforehand."

"Are you blind? She's kissing her!" Octavia shouted, only held somewhat in place by the fact that apparently, the Heda had at least been wearing a backless nightgown all along and not been naked. "Probably rapes her too," she still added. "Once we're outside again, I bet-"

"Octavia," Lexa's voice sharply cut through the air. "Do you realize who you're talking to? You should be thankful you're alive. Don't think you can allow yourself anything now, I can and won't hesitate to execute you anytime. Is that what you're trying to achieve?"

"You're just fucking distracting!" Octavia yelled and fought against Lincoln's hold on her, tears forming in her eyes. "You promised you wouldn't hurt her! You fucking liar!"

"Do you see me hurting her?"

"You kissed her!"

"I believe I have seen you kiss Lincoln too. Are you hurting him? Should I be worried?"

"He's my husband. Not my slave."

"Well I can't say Clarke's my husband but she's definitely not my slave," Lexa said calmly and Clarke in the back had to fight a small grin. She wasn't very surprised about Octavia's reaction, though double the amount scared for her.

"Of course she is! Look at her! You force her to be in your bed kissing you! I don't even want to know what else you make her do!"

"I don't force her to do anything, and it's not very nice to talk about people like they aren't present when they are. Also, I hate to break it to you, but Clarke in fact initiated this kiss."