The 100 Things and Such.

Savage.

Lexa/Reader AU?
(You're kinda sorta a really badass OC of mine?)

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I am not sure if you have ever worn battle gear fit for a Heda but if you come from the eighth clan your armour is placed on your body for you, tied or clasped tightly but comfortably by your most trusted maidens, each piece of armour is placed on seperatly, and every one of them has been blessed, recently taken from the church where people have spent days praying for their beloved Heda's return.

My armour from the eighth clan was beautiful..

Most of the metal used was polished after being re-enforced and coated in silver, giving it a beautiful shine.

My pants, boots, and gauntlets were white leather. Around my waist hung a fur skirt of sorts, usually dirty dark brown or light coloured, that hung to the top of my boots, mid-shin. Inside was a layer of leather for an extra layer of protection on my legs and warmth in the winter.

Usually I wore the brown pelt out to battle and the light pelt to events, it just looked better that way.

To battle I would wear my black sash, as I like to think it brings my enemies the fear of death, as it should.

To other events, such as walking around my lands, visiting the patrons of my clan, or addressing my future successors, I would wear my other sash, which happened to be a nice golden colour.

It was lovely for events. I would often get compliments from citizens and especially my successors, who were extremely fond of the cape.

Lexa's people do not seek the luxury of the eighth clan as I once did.. As I do now.

We enjoyed shining things and standing out amongst others and striking up conversation of class and grace.

Lexa says it is far too important to stand out without shining amongst her people in battle. Which makes almost no sense at all.

People should be able to see me well in battle, defeating their friends and comrades ruthlessly whilst shining brightly. People should be able to see my power by the glistening, blood stained, sliver armour I am wearing, but I supposed she does not see it that way.

All I know is that I have to put this dirty brown armour on by myself this morning and not one wretched piece has been prayed over for my future safety.

"May I enter?" I heard from the doorway, turning slightly to see the commander herself standing between them with a tattered box in her hands.

"Yu do as yu beja, Heda. Please, do not confuse my permission with my forgiveness.. (You do as you please, Commander.)" I say evenly, not looking away from the dreadful bits of armour.

"May I enter, (Y/n)?" She asks again quietly.

"Sha.." I grant her request.

"These things are not fit for a princess, Leksa.." I say with a huff, staring down the materials in front of me.

"You are not a princess here.. Here, you are to be my wife. My second and priority.. What things do you not see fit for you?" She asked, setting the box down before walking to the table, not letting her face give way to any emotion.

The stone cold commander.. Soon to be your dictator- er.. "Wife"..

Soon to be your wife.

"This gear is filthy and very ugly.. I am custom to maidens preparing me for battle and I do not like this charcoal/ash cape, Commander. It is dull and it does not bring forth a fear of inevitable death. It is not my colour and these materials have not even been blessed for my saftey! This is overall a very subpar experience for me.." I shouted a bit, letting my exterior show my frustration.

"I see.." She nodded, going over to the table where the armour lay to examine the materials. "May I?"

I turn away and when I look back to her, she's holding a stomach gaurd, usually one of the first pieces of armour my maidens place on me.

"It will not be as good as my armour.." I assured her. "Beja, Heda.."

She walked over to me, bowing her head over the dirty plated piece with her eyes closed.

It took me a moment to realize she was praying.

Leksa assisted me into my armour after blessing it, all but the ugliest material, the cape, which was usually saved for last.

Instead of the ugly charcoal cape however she pulled one from the box she'd brought in earlier.

She placed a very beautiful, blood red sash over my shoulders, the trim was a bright golden colour all the way around the material.

She adjusted it over my shoulder and nodded approvingly.

"This is beautiful, Leksa.." I gasped looking at myself in the mirror.

"It was supposed to be a wedding gift.. I just.. Decided not to wait.." The corner of her lip twitched softly into a smile as she gazed at me.

My gaze lightened and I felt myself being uncharacteristicly drawn to her.

I took a step in her direction, allowing my head to rest against her shoulder gently but surely.

She took a moment but eventually placed her hand on my shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.

"Thank you, Commander." I say, turning toward my bed to collect my boots, which were laying near my bedside table.

"Princess.." She nodded and smiled, again quite softly before turning to leave the room. "I will be just outside waiting for you. Please, take your time.."

"Thank you, Commander." I repeated with a smile of my own and her return to my smile was a glowing one.

She certainly had a beautiful smile for a savage.. But there is a difference between power and class.