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One week later Clarke and Lexa found themselves back in Polis falling back into their old routines. With Lexa’s shoulder healed she no longer needed Abby to check on it everyday. The two women were in their bedroom one morning getting ready for the day. Clarke had her first day back at the clinic and Lexa had combat training with the nightbloods.
“How is your shoulder?” Clarke asked as she rubbed Lexa’s shoulder.
Lexa laughed. “Are you going to ask me every morning? Abby gave me the all clear ten days ago.”
“Not by me.” Clarke placed a kiss on Lexa’s shoulder.
Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. “ Come in! ” Lexa responded.
One of Lexa’s younger guards entered the room. “ Heda, Indra is in your throne room with a man who wants to see you .” He informed her.
“ Tell her I will be there in five minute. I need to finish dressing .”
“ Yes, Heda .” He left the room.
“I want to see who this mysterious man is. Can I come?” Clarke asked.
“Sure, but if he harms you it is not my fault.”
Ten minutes later, Lexa entered her throne room followed by Clarke. Indra was waiting in front of her throne with an older man who was leaning on a cane. His hair was greying, but was once a light brown. It was intricately braided in a way that indicated he was once a warrior in his youth. Lexa walked to her throne and sat down. Clarke sat down in her’s and looked at Lexa.
“ Heda, I have a man who had been waiting seventeen years to meet you .”
Lexa looked at the man, and noticed something familiar about his eyes. They were the same exact shade as hers.
“ Father ?”