How about a prompt where instead of Lincoln being the one tortured in the drop ship it's the reader and they are Lexa's S/O (whom is a general/warrior) and Lexa is being very worried for the reader's health and furious with the delinquents (but the reader somehow/ for some reason stop Lexa form killing them all and see the benefits of working with them)?
Despite the pain that still wracks every inch of your body, you step into the throne room and stand in front of the four bound-and-gagged prisoners from Skaikru. A hush falls over the previously shouting crowd of warriors and guards and Lexa does her best to hide her concern towards you being up out of bed.
“You come into my throne room and can barely walk, yet you want to let the attackers that did this to you go on living?” Lexa squints at you through the crowd and you drop to one knee with a grunt of effort. Instead of looking at her, you gaze in the direction of the dark haired girl who had helped you escape; Octavia.
“They are foreigners in unfamiliar territory. All of their actions were in the best interest of their people.”
You can feel every pair of eyes in the room on you as you continue to kneel in front of the woman who fills the other half of your bed every night. You know she’s angry at your intrusion, but you could not, in good conscience, lay recovering while you still remembered the conflict that had accompanied your imprisonment.
“Return them to their camp, Heda. These four are all that their people have,” you request respectfully. Your eyes are pleading and Lexa’s green ones soften just a little.
“As you wish,” she nods finally. Her guards hesitate for a moment before moving forward and dragging the prisoners to their feet. Barely managing to suppress a cry of agony, you stand back up and limp out of the throne room behind them.
