The Moon and the Sun

The End of a Chapter

"Clarke Jane Griffin!" Shouted an angry voice throughout the corridors of the royal quarters. "Where are you?"

As she heard her name being yelled, the so called Clarke Jane Griffin cursed, because of course, the only peaceful moment she has had during all day had to be broken by none other than her Majesty the Queen.

"We better run, Griffin, if we want to survive another day." Octavia said, her dark-brown locks bouncing on the top of her dress as she started running down the corridor leading to the servants wing, knowing Abigail wouldn't go looking for them there.

"I can't," sighted Clarke, her words making the other girl stop in her tracks. "For Christ's sake I literally can't go on for one minute in my day without having some royal duty to follow," she said, shaking her head. " Go ahead O, I'll see you later."

"Are you sure?" Octavia inquired, not wanting to abandon her best friend to some certain death at the hands of her mother. However, after seeing the determined look on Clarke's face, she quickly caved in.

"Your wish is my command, my Queen." Octavia said curtsying, winking playfully before taking off, her elegant dress creating a colourful pathway behind her steps.

Before Clarke could retort some witty comment, angry footsteps stopped behind her.

"Clarke! Where were you?" Abigail asked while grasping her arm, making her daughter turn around. The frustration and the authority behind her voice would normally be enough to make any fearless warrior cry, but used on the princess, it had no effect whatsoever.

Clarke, adopting the usual unreadable demeanour she always used with her mother or any other political figure, calmly responded, "I'm sorry mother. I got delayed by an unfortunate accident with one of the gardeners. I was actually on my way to meet you."

The older woman released the arm she was holding and straightened, regaining a more appropriate composure for a woman her rank. "Well, I hope you're telling the truth. When I sent someone for you earlier this afternoon and you didn't show up, I got a little worried."

Clarke rolled her eyes at her words. "You're always a little worried, mother. Why did you want to see me?" She said , without detour.

A sad veil briefly obscured Abi's dark eyes at the words, immediately making Clarke feel guilty at the sight. Yet her mother cleared her throat, brushed it aside and quickly moved on to the reason as why she was there in the first place.

"Well, apart from my concern for your well being, I also need you to come prepare your attire for tomorrow's ceremony and to rehearse your speech. Julian is already discussing with the counsellors in order to finalize the last details."

Of course Julian is already there. Why wouldn't he be, thought Clarke, a bitter taste in her mouth. The perfect prince.

Abigail flattened down the flounce of her dress, oblivious to Clarke's displeasure. "Meet us in the Great Hall after you're finished."

Watching her mother walk away, Clarke took a deep breath, dreading the long hours bound to come.

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"Again!" The master shouted.

Lexa's shoulders slumped at the resonating words. She was tired and wanted nothing more than to finish this interminable training session. She wiped the sweat dripping from her face and regained her stance, cursing mentally against the never-ending day. The sounds of swords clashing together, of pained growls and angry shouts echoing on the thick stone walls were giving her a growing headache. She could feel the piercing look of the fencing master upon her. She didn't even have the time to think about it that the boy was already lunging forward, sword pointing towards her stomach. She chuckled. He was always so predictable.