Clarke squinted at the page, trying to work out what was wrong. She made the line of the eyebrows thicker. There was a rustling noise from the other end of the bed. 'Keep still,' she admonished.

Bellamy rolled his eyes. 'Just testing your skills. How many things in nature sit still while you draw them?'

'Fine, but don't blame me if you end up looking like a mutant.'

Bellamy was right though. She had grown up drawing on the Ark, where most things were motionless, in the same place every day. On the ground everything was always moving, always changing. It was beautiful and frustrating at the same time. Much like today's subject. But this wasn't really about the drawing anyway. That was just an excuse. Now that they had confessed their love, she just couldn't stop looking at Bellamy. She had lost count of the amount of times she had found herself staring at him with a goofy smile on her face. If the sappiness wasn't mutual, she would have felt like an idiot.

So this afternoon she had dragged him away to their tent, and demanded he sit still so she could sketch him. It was a chance to get it all out of her system, to stare at him until the pressure of her giddiness eased enough for her to act like a normal human being. The setting didn't help. She had moved into Bellamy's tent right away when they returned from their picnic. They had both been too impatient for games. Now their jackets hung over matching wooden chairs, and her pencils mixed with his tools on the table. It was just a tent. It was just the start of their lives together.

'Clarke,' Bellamy said, waking her from her trance. 'I'm not going to hug you, because I promised to sit still, but just pretend that I am.'

'Okay?'

'I'm a master storyteller. There are half a dozen little brats out there that would tell you so.'

'Yes,' Clarke agreed. Bellamy had started a ritual of reading bedtime stories around the campfire to the few children of Arkadia. It was the most adorable thing she had ever seen. The kids loved it, and Monty and Jasper had a blast acting out the parts.

'So trust me when I tell you that this is the part of the story called the happily-ever-after.'

Clarke gave him a wry look.

'It's ridiculous and cheesy, but I also believe that it's true. This is our happily-ever-after. If you want to smile, and to bask in the sunlight, don't hold back. This is what happy looks like. We get to be happy now Clarke.'

She let his words sink in. Happy. She wasn't an idiotic blushing fool, she was just happy. She put down the sketch-book. 'Bellamy,' she said slowly. 'You can move now.'

He practically pounced forward, and the force of it knocked them both off the narrow bed, where they hit the floor hard.

She picked up her pillow from the bed and slammed it into his shoulder. 'Not like that!'

He grabbed his own pillow and hit her over the head in retaliation. 'Then you should have been more specific! I was just obeying orders.'

'Then I order you to sit still again so I can murder you!' Clarke attacked him with a flurry of quick swipes.

Soon they were in an all-out war, screaming nonsense at each other.

'And you ate the last strawberry!'

'You hogged the blanket last night!'

'You weren't cuddling tightly enough!'

'HEY!'

They both turned to the flap of the tent to confront the intruder.

'What on Earth are you two doing?' Octavia asked, hands on her hips.

'We're being happy!' Bellamy threw his pillow, which hit Octavia squarely in the face. She watched it fall to the ground with a blank expression.

'Okay then,' Octavia said, backing out.

A few seconds later they heard her yelling outside. 'It's alright everyone, false alarm! They were just play fighting like morons. Disperse! Back to your chores! The King and Queen of Arkadia still reign!'

Bellamy and Clarke burst into laughter. When they finally settled down, they put the pillows on the floor and laid down facing each other.

Clarke nudged Bellamy's shoulder. 'She's on her way to happily-ever-after too, you know.'

'I hope so,' Bellamy said. 'I hope they all are.'

Clarke thought about how far they had come, that Bellamy "whatever-the-hell-we-want" Blake could admit out loud to hoping for a bright and shiny future. 'Is it weird that it feels more scary to be responsible for their happiness than it did to have their lives in our hands?'

Bellamy sighed. 'I would tell you that we aren't responsible for their happiness, but neither of us would believe that. All we can do is try.'

'So, we fought a ferocious battle, we faced a wicked sister, and we have a gruelling quest lined up. What's next for our happily-ever-after?

Bellamy grinned. 'I believe we're at the part we're the knight gets to kiss the princess.'

Clarke had another fit of laughter, while Bellamy looked on, bemused.

'Alright. I was trying to be romantic. Would you prefer if I just said this is the part where we bang?'

And they all lived happily-ever-after.