Before I was Heda

The living are hungry

Somewhere in space
Ark Station
Clarke's POV
I stood and watched as my father was pulled from the ark and into the void. My heart hurt I felt as I if my oxygen was being sucked out of my body as I watch my father suffocate. My mother's sobs were drowned out by my own pulse. He's gone my father the most wonderful man in existence was gone. I came out of my thoughts just as two guards grabbed me. I fought against there restraint kicking and screaming trying to break away. I saw my mom crying and begging Kane, and Jaha not to do this. MOM.... MOM I screamed as I was dragged out of the room but she did nothing she just watched and cried.

I sit in my cell the sky box, my new home.
I contemplate everything that had brought me here. Two things were certain my father was dead. And I am now a prisoner I've been locked away for treason. I have not given a lot of thought to how I would die but my father was right the people deserve to know. I'll be floated on my 18th birthday. It's only a year away so I have to make sure my dad didn't die in vain. If you believe in something you stand up for it no matter the consequences.

Meanwhile back in Winterfell
Jon's POV
It's been Three years in which I've watched the people I love die. I never thought Daenerys's victory against Cersei would end in so much horror. Men, Women, and children all burnt to ash by the flames from the bombs. The innocent never had a chance and Cersei made sure of that. I still continue to put my faith in Daenerys Targaryen the true Queen. Also the love of my life my beautiful soon to be wife. Even with all the despair we figured our people could use a night to celebrate. Which is why I'll be headed to Westeros come dawn. There shall be a royal wedding and feast In two weeks time.
Back in Polis
Lexa POV
I look into the mirror as I apply my war paint. I'm really not sure I recognize myself anymore. It's been three years since she's been gone. I can still hear her laugh or the way her brown eyes glistened in the sun like amber. My Costia deserves justice but I can not allow my heart to rule my decisions. Head over Heart I remind myself every day like a mantra that love is Weakness. My green eyes shine through black paint time to be Heda.

I walk along the halls of the polis tower my people stop there tasks to bow to me before continuing on with their day. I enter my throne room and I can't help but smile. The natblida's were all sitting around my throne silently waiting for me. Aden was up at the front talking with Tris. Tris is not a Natblida but she's Anya's second and helps train the strik gona's. I clear my throat to get the children's attention all eyes were on me now. Natblida's Titus is not here he has gone in search of more natblida's. So I will take over your lessons in the meantime. Who would like to know about the first commander? All hands flew in the air, alright now settle down natblida's. I clear my throat and close my eyes.

Bekka Pramheda was the first Heda she came upon our people in a time of great despair. She came to help us survive. She was different then the rest of our people for she had blood as black as night. (Persistent knocking)
I look up to see who is to disturb me during my lesson my eyes met Anya's. (Anya cleared her throat before speaking
"sorry to disturb Heda but I have received a letter of importance to you. Would you like for me to leave it with you or bring it later?")
(Lexa sighs)
Anya just hand it to me now if it's of importance.
Anya took a deep breath and gave me a sympathetic look.
"Yes, Heda"
Anya handed over the sealed paper and right away I notice the wax seal is not of my people. I break the seal and open the letter.

"Dear Lexa
You do not know me but I have heard much about you. My name is Jon Snow I write to you from Winterfell.
I am sure your curious as to why I write you.
It's been nearly sixteen years since you left here. Sixteen years in which your mother has cried and wished to be with you.
However your mother Daenerys Targaryen has taken the iron throne. We are not completely safe yet. Many of our people were lost in the battle of Westeros. Our people deserve a reason to be happy and celebrate so I cordially invite you to attend mine and your mothers wedding. I know she wants to see you.
Sincerely
Jon Snow"

I stare at the letter reading it over and over again.
My- my mother is alive?

I never thought I'd see her again let alone her getting married.
No... No I can't allow myself to feel!

Head over heart Lexa head over heart I repeat.
I look up at Anya with my stoic mask on. Thank you Anya now if you'll excuse me I have lessons to teach.
(Yes, Heda.
Seken let's gyon au gou gon bants gon TonDc.)
With that Tris and Anya exited the throne room.
Now strik natblida's where was I.. oh yes Bekka!

Translation
Seken let's gyon au gou gon melon gon tondisi - Second let's go time to leave for TonDC
Strik gona- little warrior
Strik Natblida- little Nightblood