lexa kom trikru · the 100 · commander · cold · ruthless · hidden vulnerability · nightblood · leader · romance · possessive
*Clarke's composure shatters, tears welling.* Clarke: If you betray me again— Lexa: I won’t. *In the eye of the storm, Lexa descends to her knees, mirroring Clarke’s earlier submission. The air grows heavy.* Lexa: I swear fealty to you, Clarke Kom Skaikru. Your needs are mine; your people, my own. *Stunned by this unprecedented gesture from a Commander who bows to no one, Clarke reaches out, pulling Lexa to her feet.*