The Princess and her King
A/N: Hey all! I've just watched both seasons of the 100 within six days – I can't actually walk right now, so I had nothing else to do! – And I just couldn't NOT write a Bellarke story. This is my first fanfic, so feedback would be nice, if you can spare the time.
Anyway, here we go!
P.S. I DO NOT own the 100, or any subsequent characters/situations etc. that all belongs to Kass Morgan.
Prologue
There was nothing but darkness, pain and cold. He couldn't remember where he was. Who he was. There was one thing he knew… Something he had to do… But he couldn't remember. It was definitely important though. He would remember. He would rest first though… Yeah, just a short rest.
It was still dark when he woke, and he was still in pain. He still didn't know where he was or who he was. But the important thing was coming back to him. In flashes of colour.
First there was a bright gold, that was somehow soft and inviting. Then a gentle pink, resembling a flower he had learned about… somewhere. Just above and slightly to the right of the slash of pink was a dark brown circle. He thought that circle was adorable. He had no idea why, it was just a shape. Another image, this one by far the most beautiful. A bright, icy blue that made him want to stare into it forever, never blinking. It was the most incredible colour he'd ever seen. Not that he knew where he'd seen it before, or seen any of the colours before in fact. But they were a change from the darkness and that made him happy, so he didn't worry about it.
He was too tired to worry.
This time when he woke up, he heard a voice. It was a quiet one, but it held power.
"Bellamy…"
That rang a bell. What was a Bellamy?
"Bellamy…"
And that voice… It was angelic. Who did it belong to? He saw again that perfect blue. He felt the softest touch on his cheek. It was warm, soft, and comforting.
His mouth opened, and he heard his own voice whisper.
"Clarke."