Imagine Lexa taking her promise never to betray Clarke again seriously for the rest of their lives, even in the little things that probably don’t matter, because she’ll always remember the last time it happened and the haunting look in Clarke’s eyes as she held the blade to Lexa’s throat, ready to get revenge for her betrayal.
Fifteen years pass, the Ice Nation rebellion is nothing but a distant memory, and the Commander of the Thirteen Clans and the legendary Wanheda are living a happy life in Polis with their son. He’s seven years old and he’s heard all the tales from times past; twelve clans uniting, people falling from the sky, civil war. He knows that his mothers hold a lot of power, that there are many people who have tried to kill them and that without them, the world that he knows would be in complete disarray, that many of his close friends would never have been born because their parents never would have made it through the war. But to him, they are just Mom and Nomon, and he loves them more than anything else in the world.