This is it! The final chapter! Thank you guys for sticking with me! Extra thanks and shout out to demonknightalex for all the lovely reviews! :D

This takes place 6 months later

Regina adjusted her braids again.

"You look fine," Emma insisted.

"Yes, but enough to walk out there?" Regina asked for the tenth time.

"I promise," Emma reassured her, "no one is going to care what you look like that much."

"This is a big deal," Regina said.

"I know how much this means to you," Emma told her, "to all of us." She wrapped her arms around Regina and Regina leaned into her.

"It's just a step I never thought about taking," Regina said.

"But it'll be good for us," Emma replied. "Strengthen us."

"Are you ready?" Octavia asked, walking through the door with Henry.

"As ready as we'll ever be," Emma told her.

"Joining the Coalition is an honor," Octavia assured them, "it means you're one of us. I mean, if Skikru can continue to be in it with all they've done, making your clan the fourteenth clan shouldn't be a problem. The people know what you did for this world." Emma locked eyes with Regina and she could tell that Octavia had calmed her a bit.

"I do have one question," Emma said. "who is this Aden who is balancing Henry during the ceremony?"

"Someone Lexa has hand-chosen to be a close apprentice," Octavia answered.

"And the other Natblida are okay with this?" Regina asked.

"The other Natblida have been given a free reign over their lives for now," Octavia told them, "they are only too happy to take the opportunity." Octavia paused, approaching Regina and adjusted her braids slightly, before continuing, "Guards will be by in about five minutes to escort you three to the throne room." She then turned to give them those five minutes to themselves.

Regina gave Emma a hard stare. "I told you."

"Octavia is more familiar with Grounder culture than we are," Emma defended, "I'm sure your hair was a millimeter out of place."

"With Henry writing their entire cultural backstory from Lexa's descriptions and other Grounders' input, we should be pretty familiar," Regina pointed out.

"We're still learning," Emma said, kissing Regina's temple.

As promised, two guards escorted Emma, Regina, and Henry to the throne room. Waiting for them was a crowd of ambassadors with Clarke, Lexa, and Aden in the middle. Regina led them, as Lexa decided her title as Queen would be what her people deemed the most high ranking of the three titles of Queen, Savior, and Author. The three Storybrooker's kneeled before them.

"Leksa kom Trikru, Heda," Regina said.

"Klok kom Skikru, Wanheda," Emma followed.

"Aden kom Trikru, Strikheda," Henry finished.

"We swear fealty to you. We vow to treat your needs as our own and your people as our people," Regina recited. Lexa, Clarke, and Aden stepped forward and placed their left hands on the right shoulder of their corresponding charge.

"Regina kom Sontaimgeda, Queen," Lexa started.

"Emma kom Sontaimgeda, Savior," Clarke said.

"Henry kom Sontaimgeda, Author," Aden finished.

"We welcome you into the Coalition as the fourteenth clan. We too, will share your needs and protect your people," Lexa recited. Lexa, Clarke, and Aden helped up each of the * members. Lexa addressed the ambassadors. "We will now host a sit down meal for our guests." Each guest sat by their corresponding receiver.

"How are you feeling?" Lexa asked Regina.

"Nervous," Regina answered honestly, "I don't want Storybrooke to let Polis down."

"With warriors like you and Emma, I don't believe there will be an issue," Lexa assured her. "I also don't believe your people will actively attempt to overthrow the ruling Heda."

"Honestly, even if they tried, your warriors would cut through them in seconds," Regina told her.

"Precisely why Storybrooke poses no threat," Lexa smirked, "but your world could be an asset to use and aligning ourselves with you gives us protection, should a magical disaster strike."

"I'm not sure it's very likely," Regina said.

"We have good friends to help us just in case," Lexa cocked her head and smiled.

"You want us to come back for the annual Coalition meetings," Regina realized.

"Very perceptive," Lexa complimented. "How are things with you and Emma? I noticed you two were very close earlier."

"We have been together since the day we returned you to Polis," Regina admitted. "Things are going very well."

"I'm glad to hear it," Lexa beamed, "Clarke and I, too, are doing well. Taking things slower than we were before, but that's no problem to me."

After the meal only Lexa, Clarke, Octavia, and Aden escorted the trio back toward the Jolly Roger, anchored in the ocean.

"May we meet again," Clarke said, hugging all of them. Lexa, Octavia, and Aden followed suit, hugging each of them.

"I will write to you more about the commander line," Lexa promised Henry, "I think it's noble of you to write down our history."

"Maybe one day I can come to Storybrooke and help you learn how to fight with a sword the Grounder way," Octavia offered to Henry.

"Maybe in a few years," Regina responded. Octavia shrugged.

"That's fair."

With their goodbyes in order, the Storybrooke trio headed for the middle of the ocean to active their magic bean.

"I can't wait to come back," Henry said.

"They're all very nice people," Regina agreed. Emma put one arm around Regina's waist and the other around Henry's shoulders.

"I'm sure that we'll each have plenty of stories to tell each other by the time we're all reunited," Emma said, "but for now, let's go home."

"Strik" means "small".

"Sontaimgeda" means "Story Clan".

That's the end, guys! I hope you liked my interpretation on what really should've happened in the Underworld. :)