"Get your ass out of bed." That was what I woke up to, the Princess blocking the morning light from the tent's entrance, hands on her hips in a defiance pose. I sat up, rubbing my hand over my eyes in frustration.

"It's still early Princess, let a guy get some sleep." She only stepped further into my tent until she was standing by the pile of blankets that was my bed.

"We're meeting Lexa, remember?"I groaned at the thought of the undeniably hot but cold hearted leader.

"What's the point? We've already agreed to the peace treaty, why can't they just leave us the fuck alone?" In response, she pulled the blanket covering me off, rather harshly I might add, and threw it to the floor.

"The treaty is not completely agreed, and we have to at least appear like we actually give a damn. I'm not going to let the fact that you want an extra hour in bed ruin our chance at peace. Now get off your fucking ass and let's go." I leant back, a smirk on my face as I looked over the pissed Princess. With her cheeks flushed and her eyes twinkling that bit more, it was hard to deny that she wasn't attractive when she was angry. Most of the time, the anger was directed at me, not that I was complaining. It was one of the main reasons I liked pissing her off so much.

After a few moments of silence, I realised that her angry flush had turned into a full blown blush and her eyes were very clearly avoiding my chest. My smirk widened.

"Anything else you want, Princess?" At that, her wonderful blue eyes snapped to mine and narrowed.

"No," she snapped, "now get up." With that she turned on her heel and stormed out.

...

"Clarke," Lexa greeted as Bellamy and I sat on the other side of the wooden table. I noticed him tense beside me when it was obvious that she was going to be ignoring him. I placed a hand on his knee and interjected quickly before Bellamy could do anything foolish and get us both killed because he wasn't being paid attention to. He really was a kid sometimes.

"Lexa, I take it that you're still on board with the peace treaty?" The grounder leader's expression didn't change but she did lean back in her chair, looking over at me.

"Some of my people doubt the sincerity of your people," was her reply. I heard Bellamy snort beside me and my grip on his knee tightened. However, he ignored my silent warning and opened his damn mouth anyway.

"That says more about your people than it does about ours."

Lexa's eyes flickered over to his, very obviously hardening. My respect for the woman grew immensely, the first woman who wasn't completely head over heels with Bellamy. Except for me, of course.

"Perhaps. Or perhaps they are rightly suspicious due to your past attempts at war." I could see Bellamy fisting his hands from under the table, and without even thinking, my hand moved from his knee to his clenched hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

"We can promise that we are completely serious about this treaty. We are in no position to go to war, it's the last thing that any of us want."

"That may be," Lexa started, "however, your word means very little."
"How can we show our sincerity?"

"By following through with one of our traditions."

"Are you going to expand or just leave us guessing?"The man behind me just couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Bellamy!" I hissed, my nails digging into his hand. I took pleasure in his noticeable wince as he removed his hand from my grip.

"A marriage between our two clans." I was suddenly very focused on what Lexa was saying. Really? The only way to achieve peace was through marriage?

"You mean a wedding?" I clarified. She nodded her approval and I leant back suddenly exhausted. I couldn't think of anyone back at camp who would be willing to give up their life, even if it was in the name of peace.

"Lexa," I began, getting ready to plead for another way. Any other way. "The majority of our population are children. I know that in your world you are born a warrior, but it's different for us." Lexa just raised a brow.

"I was suggesting you, Clarke." I froze. Me? She wanted to marry me off? Before I had a chance to protest, Bellamy had risen from his seat, a glare that would make even me question arguing with him.

"No fucking way." I was so shocked by his intense growl that I wasn't even aware of Lexa's humourless laugh.

"She's already spoken for, I expect?"

"Yes." Bellamy spoke before I even had the chance to defend myself.

"By you, I suppose?"

"Yes." I had stopped breathing. No, seriously, I had forgotten how to breathe. What the hell was the idiot doing? I belonged to him, did I?

I tugged at his arm, pulling so he took his seat again. His glare had disappeared and instead this cold mask of indifference had replaced it. He wasn't even looking at me.

"Well, if you want peace as much as you say you do, I would suggest that you either let her go or find someone else who is willing because without this marriage, my people will declare war."