Clarke's POV
"Stay still" said the woman slowly running out of patience. Our wedding was tomorrow and I was getting fitted for my wedding dress which I had to fight for, because apparently white dresses aren't a tradition in the grounder world. I haven't fully seen it but I already love it. I haven't really seen the Commander in the two weeks we've been here or Anya for that matter, it's not like I miss them but I'm starting to get lonely and why not try being friends with the person you're getting married to you right? Apart from that everything has been okay, a week ago I started to learn how to spar and I've been going on morning jogs not by choice but as part as training so my mornings have been pretty busy.
"Okay you're all done, would you like to take a look?" the woman said snapping me out of my thoughts
"Yes, please" she then brought a mirror to stand right in front of me but suddenly looking at myself in this white dress it all came crashing down. I was getting married. I was getting married to a woman who won't even talk to me, no one to talk to, no one to laugh with, I had no one. I was alone,
"Clarke?" all of my fears and racing thoughts were called out by a pair of green eyes but I couldn't produce a response I felt like my dress growing tighter and tighter around my body and my lungs couldn't catch as much air as I wanted them too.
"I'm okay" I managed to produce
"I'm- okay, I just-" I tried taking deep breaths
"Stand up straight, and follow my breathing" the Commander said as she put one of her hands behind my back and another grabbed my hands and pressed them against her stomach. She took deep breaths and I tried to follow. It wasn't long before my breathing had evened out and I became lost in her eyes. I don't even think it's the green that I like the most about her eyes, it's the fact that you can tell what she's feeling by looking into them.
"Wasn't so hard was it?" She said with a small smile, I smiled back.
"I like the dress although I think it doesn't suit the floor as well as you" I don't know at what point it was but I was out of my dress I didn't remember this happening I felt myself grow crimson red and I'm sure she notice since she tilted her head downwards but not before I caught a glimpse of a smile. I wrapped myself in a sheet and looked at the floor
"Thank you Commander"
"As I've said before you're free to call me Lexa"
"Yeah okay, it's just I call you Commander in my head" I said before processing what it would sound like
"You think about me?" She said in a confused tone more than a flirting tone. You know when you embarrass yourself and you wish you could disappear this was it for me
"I-"
"Heda" a girl said from the door. She had long wavy light brown hair, her skin was that of Lexa's, her eyes where such a dark brown they looked almost black. In other words she was beautiful.
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Clexa
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