A/N: Alright here we go! Please let me know what you think. This chapter was fun to write, because this is where we start to see compromise within the two populations and of course some hinted plot updates! Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own The 100 plot or it's characters.

Bellamy didn't sleep well in new places. He blamed it on his lifestyle in Ice Nation, having to always be on edge tended to create odd habits. Add in the extra stress of ensuring Octavias' well-being and it was a recipe for disaster. Even in his own home he slept light and adjusted to the softest noises around him. Most days it didn't bother him, especially when he had a consistent schedule to work with, but sometimes it weighed him down on missions. He's rarely left Ice Nation -Queen Nia didn't want him wandering off, needed to keep him close. Since he lived his life in his mother's shadow nothing that Queen Nia decided was too extreme for him. Unless it involved his sister. Poor Octavia lived her life tucked away in a corner as a servant to their queen. She had never experienced true friendship and it was likely that she'd remain a shadow herself until the day the queen died.

Octavia often speculated that it would be soon. Bellamy insisted that she stop talking about it, but his sister was stubborn and fought him on everything. Nia was unwell and the blood clots that stained her bedding after a night of her heavy and wet coughs only confirmed that death was coming for her. When the rumors of Wanheda had first started they excited Octavia, she confessed to wishing that the Commander of Death would sweep through the Ice Nation and collect the souls of those that abused their positions. She never outright said she wished death on Queen Nia, that would be a crime punishable by death itself, but the implication was there. Each time she said it, Bellamy had to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

He had heard the same stories as O, but could never truly believe in them. It simply wasn't plausible! The way they talked of this sky-girl one would think she leveled the same power as the Gods of ancient times. Something that Bellamy simply could not see! He had always been a skeptic, never trusting anything he was told unless there was something to physically tie the pieces together. He had books, handed down from generations past, of the ancient civilizations and their beliefs and myths. He didn't necessarily believe in what the books said, but the printed pages were evidence enough that these stories started somewhere by someone. Until recently, he had thought the stories of people in the sky were just a way to get kids to behave well; like the monster under the bed awaiting the toes of naughty children at night.

Of course, said theory was literally blown away by the ship that landed right in the middle of the Woods Clan's territory. If it had landed in any of the clans further west it was likely that none of the Coalition would have ever gotten involved with the aliens. Only they weren't aliens, they were apparently kids. A small dainty group of kids managed to hold their own against Anya's formidable army with a fire that consumed three-hundred warriors. Bellamy silently scrutinized the numbers, three-hundred felt extreme to him and he wondered how much of the story was exaggeration. Then three other ships fell to the ground and it became increasingly more difficult to simply doubt the validity of the Sky People. Octavia crowed for a week about Bellamy's lack of faith when it came to her power of gossip. It didn't matter, he was sure that they would no longer exist after they challenged the mountain.

He also did not agree with Commander Lexa that night, even though he hadn't actually been there. Bellamy had been told by some of his friends and comrades that Lexa struck a deal with the sky people; they released the boy who killed eighteen innocent lives and provided their cure for the Reapers disease and in return they stood alongside the coalition army and got their people out of the mountain. Except it didn't quite happen that way. His friend Porter recounted it all in explicit detail. They stood at the main entrance to the mountain and waited while Wanheda stood at the front and demanded that the mount men's' Heda stand down and release the prisoners. He said there was a moment of panic when some soldiers came out of the mountain, but almost as quickly as they arrived they left. And the next thing the warriors knew Lexa had managed to strike a deal with the Mountain Men. Their people were released moments later and the Sky People were on their own.

Bellamy asked, "And you were okay with it?"

"No," Porter said as he sipped at his ale around their nightly fire, "not even a little bit."

The victory over the mountain was a heavy strain amongst the grounder clans. They didn't believe that storming the fortress would work. They didn't trust the information the outsiders gave them. They didn't act honorably! In the end the clans felt as if they had awakened a monster and Bellamy knew it was a sincere concern. That concern turned into a fable and that fable turned into a half thought-out plot that Queen Nia latched on to. She clung to it like a newborn to their mother. It was maddening! And then Bellamy had found himself involved, because when his queen had asked if he believed in the stories he said no. And he had meant it! He said no because things like the Commander of Death simply didn't exist. Just as he felt that the flame and all its powers and connections to commanders of the past didn't exist. He loved the stories in the books, but he challenged them as much as he challenged the world around him.

He sighed and heaved himself up and out of bed. Now that his mind had ran away from him he realized sleep was just not going to happen for him. He threw some clothing on and made his way out of his room. The guards in the hall acknowledged him with a head tilt, which he returned easily enough and then he proceeded down the stairs to the ground. The noises of Polis filled the air around him, despite it being late at night, there was still chattering in the streets and echoes of laughter from the tavern. He didn't stray far from the tower, he tried to his first night in Polis, the night Roan decided that he was a trustworthy ally. There wasn't much else to do in the late hour except sit and drink and Bellamy was not going to let himself indulge in something as reckless as drinking in Polis. Instead he wandered to the small patch of garden, it offered him some peace and reminded him of home. During the day the garden was always flooded with people; nightbloods training or warriors sparring, things like that, but at night? At night it was tranquil.

He hadn't expected anyone else to be in the greenery so he jumped back he realized that a girl was seated on the ground near the pond. She had already let out a rushed breath and her eyes were wide, her stance rigid and posed ready to run so he felt the need to hold his hands up. The universal sign of peace, or so he was always taught, and then he tentatively stepped around her to the other side of the pond. He felt her eyes on him, but instead of feeling unnerved it was intriguing. The moonlight was sparse that night, so it was hard to tell what shade her eyes were, but he could see her hair was light and her skin pale. She wasn't dressed like a normal Polis citizen and Bellamy felt his curiosity grow, so much so that he broke the trance like silence that settled between the both of them.

"Awfully brave of you to wander around strange territory at night Sky Girl." Bellamy's voice carried across the small water feature, but she didn't give him more than a dainty shrug. "What are you doing out here all alone?"

At that her attention snapped to him and she looked almost indifferent, "What does it matter?"

"It doesn't, I was just making an observation Princess."

She bristled at the name and huffed; "Not my name."

"Well since you've yet to introduce yourself I have nothing else to call you." Bellamy bit out in return with irritation, "What brings you here?"

She raised an eyebrow and looked around, "Are you making small talk?"

"Well, I was trying to, but if you insist on being rude then I don't have to."

"I wasn't being rude!"

He snorted; "Could have fooled me." he mumbled as he proceeded to make himself more comfortable. Instead of staying seated he opted to stretch out on the ground so that he could chase the constellations with his eyes and mind. The pair sat on opposite sides of the pond in a tense silence, the kind that's not quite awkward, but definitely not comfortable either. After a few moments of it he heard rustling to his left and when he turned his head he noticed that she had stretched herself out on the ground as well. Her feet lined up with his head and her hands were folded across her chest.

"Tell me about her."

She lifted her head off the ground to look over at him, "About who?" she asked.

"You know, Wanheda, your commander of death. Tell me about her."

She blinked as she rested her head back against the cool earth. She didn't really know where to start, or how to start, because it was clear that this man had no idea who she was. Clarke had been warned that her obvious appearance would give her away to almost any grounder she came across and to use extreme caution. Obviously she heeded the warning; sneaking out of her room in the middle of the night while Murphy was on duty to wander into an unguarded and deserted garden on her own was using plenty of caution. Still this grounder didn't seem to peace it together at all! He just made himself comfortable across the way and acted as if she wasn't even there! Although she had to admit to herself, it was nice to have someone treat her like a nobody. She wasn't entirely sure that it wasn't some kind of trap, maybe he did know about her and he just wanted her to play along to release some vital pieces of information. Maybe he was attempting to exploit a weakness. There were multiple possibilities to his abrupt question, but none of them sat right in her gut.

Finally, she settled for, "Why do you want to know so bad?"

He replied, "Because Princess, the sky people are a taboo around here and I want to know if this girl is all she's cracked up to be."

"It's rude to call a population a taboo, we don't call your people taboo."

"Well, you also landed in our territories, what did you expect?"

She sat up with a groan, "We didn't mean to! It wasn't planned, we weren't even sure the Earth was survivable! And if any of your people had just taken a second to listen to us rather than spearing us in the chest we could have avoided almost everything that transpired between our peoples!"

"With all your fancy technology how could you not know that people were down here?"

"See, that," she pointed a finger at him, "that right there is the problem!"

He rolled his eyes, though she couldn't see it, "The only problem I see is that you refuse to answer my question."

"How do I know you're not just looking for information so you can attempt to kill her?"

"You don't."

She snorted, "Thanks, I feel so much better." sarcasm dripped from her voice as she stared at his profile. He hadn't even bothered to sit up and face her for this conversation, he just continued to stare intently at the sky. "Who are you anyway?"

"Me?" He shrugged and gestured to the open air, "I'm nobody, I'm just here in Polis because I was told to be. I assume you're in the same boat? Otherwise I doubt your people would let you be wandering alone this late at night, especially given you're…" he gestured with his hands in her general direction, "you."

"I'll have you know that I'm perfectly capable of handling myself and I don't need a guard."

"How would I know?"

And that stops her, because he is being rude, but he's not entirely wrong. She's not going to tell him that of course, so instead of answering she just throws herself back to the ground to stew about it. The stranger with the shaggy brown hair seems apathetic to her obviously disgruntled nature and doesn't so much as flinch at her huffs and puffs. They lapse into another round of silence until Clarke finds herself answering his original question.

"She was sent down to Earth as a delinquent, you know a criminal, that's how the first group of sky people got down here."

His fingers flex against his chest, but otherwise he remains quiet as if he's contemplating his next question, which of course he is. "Why though?"

"Why was she a criminal?"

"No," he dismissed with an absent wave of his hand, arrogance radiated off of him, "no why send a group of criminals down to a planet when you're not even sure it's livable? Unless you're telling me that your leaders made this decision knowing they could be condemning them all to death."

"The Ark, where we lived in space and now the center point of our camp, was dying. It wasn't going to be able to sustain life. We already lived under strict population growth restrictions-"

"Restrictions? On the natural order of humankind?" He sat up this time, pulled his knees up to rest his forearms on them and stared at the girl who fumbled for words. "I've heard of playing God before, but never so close to his home turf."

"We weren't playing God! We were just trying to survive."

"What happens if you have a child?"

"Then that's it, both parents are then sterilized so that they can't have any more."

"That's sick."

She shrugged and picked at her thumbnail, "That's life in space, you can't have more than one kid and you don't break the law."

"Let me guess, if you break the law you're confined and then sent to a potentially inhabitable planet?"

Bellamy watched as the girl sat up and met his eyes from across the way. "If you break the law as an adult you're sentenced to death with no jury, no judge and no mercy. Luckily the council spared juvenile criminals and would house them until their eighteenth birthday where they would face a trial with a jury of peers and a judge. Almost ninety percent of the retrials ended in execution."

"Fuck." she smirked at his apparent distress and then laid back down, but Bellamy couldn't process it. She continued to ramble on about some other restrictions and general life of the Ark, the classism that overtook the population upon the joining of twelve countries. The theory that there could be more survivors all around the world! And if they could just figure out how to get there and communicate with them what that could mean for humanity. He listened to her talk about living amongst the stars and although life was about necessity and order there were still cherished moments. She doesn't touch on their justice system, but he can't stop thinking about it and then finally he realizes she's no longer talking and just staring at the sky and he sets his eyes on her.

"How old are you?"

"I'm eighteen now, I have to be, I only had two weeks left up there before my trial date."

Bellamy can't believe just how sad she sounds. "You were one of them?"

"Yep." She popped the 'p' and he wanted to splash water at her. "The youngest was a girl named Charlotte, she was about seven, she uh, fell into one of the traps in the woods. We couldn't save her. A member of Trikru tried, but his commander Anya wouldn't allow anyone to help us."

"So they sent children down to save their asses?"

"I guess you could see it that way…" she continued to stare at the sky for a moment and then held her hand up, "Wanheda is just a myth, all she did was what she thought was right. Sometimes she doesn't feel like a person, you know? She's this expectation and this position, but really, she's just a kid that was sent down here with ninety-nine other kids and she tried her best. Truth is, I kind of pity her."

"Why's that?" Bellamy asked as he picked at the grass beside him, he watched her finger trace through the open air. He wondered if she was going to respond or not, but she just continued to drag her finger along the sky, like she was connecting the stars or something.

She sat up slowly and shook out her head and then made a move to stand. Instinctively Bellamy followed her movements, lest he be unprepared for a sudden attack, but she just shrugged her cloak on and then met his eye. She looked tired and sad, but she stood tall and proud. Then she smirked and said "I pity her because when people find out there's nothing truly remarkable about her, she'll still be the one that made all the hard choices and she'll always have those consequences on her shoulders."

Without so much as a backward glance Clarke walked past the man and he didn't try to stop her. Instead Bellamy just watched as she slipped back into the shadows. He thought she was odd and even a little dark, but he couldn't necessarily blame her for that. It also got him thinking, there was so much about the sky people that nobody really knew! He needed to consult Link, or even worse, Roan. There wasn't a lot of time left before the Rights of Favor challenge started, just a few flimsy hours really, but his gut settled and his instincts screamed at him to act. He wandered back to his room not long after the mysterious sky girl departed. He was able to get a few hours of rest before he was beckoned for his duties.

He walked into the main hall, where the Rights of Favor challenge would be initiated and stopped short. Standing before him was Roan and his eyes flickered to the remaining empty seat of the Ice Nation Ambassador Link. His eyes trailed around the room and landed on Roan who nodded once and he had to bite back a groan. His act of righteousness would have to wait, something else was going on.

Zoe hated that she had to be the one to disturb Clarke from the first real semblance of rest in the last twenty-four hours. She put it off as long as possible before Murphy popped his head and snapped at her. She grumbled as she crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed that Clarke occupied. She looked so small under the cocoon of blankets. It was bizarre for someone like Zoe to think of Clarke as small. There were dark circles under her leader's eyes and she felt clammy to the touch as she gently gripped Clarkes' wrist. That was a bit of advice from Wells, "She'll snap awake and for the first few seconds she'll fight you." and true enough her eyes snapped open with the lights of pressure against her skin.

Clarke woke in a blind panic, like she always did, and swung wildly at the enemy she couldn't see. The frenzy lasted only a few seconds, before she was able to immediately process that she was in the same room she woke up in the day before and that it was Zoe who had pinned her down in an effort to prevent injury. She felt her face heat with embarrassment, "I'm so sorry Zoe…" she repeated a few more times while the two girls sat up and Clarke straightened out her hair. "I don't even know what came over me."

"It's alright…" Zoe replied while she stared off at the wall across from them, "sometimes it's me, other times it's Murphy or Wells, but we've all been there."

"Thanks Zoe." Clarke fiddled with the blanket a little bit before both girls made the move to stand up, "So what's up with the early morning wake up call?"

"Kane said you're needed in the throne room."

"Awesome, any information you'd like to share with me?"

"Well the potential representatives that each nation bought all vary in terms of status and career amongst their people. It was kind of hard to figure out who was going to be picked for each clan, but of the twelve that were chosen I did the best recon I could."

Clarke proceeded to change into her spare set of clothing, if a ratty shirt and ripped jeans could count, "You already spoke with Kane, so what about the final three he's thinking about?"

"Ice Nation is definitely in there!" Zoe perked up considerably at the thought and Clarke didn't comment on it, "Podakru, the river clan, decided to present their healers' apprentice as their chosen. She seems intense and definitely reminded me of you, but I haven't heard anything promising about their position. They're one of the more peaceful clans, they utilize the running water ways to create boundaries and traps. Obviously, a mentality like that is far more beneficial than a clan that's always looking for a fight. Delfikru selected one of their book keepers. He's a little older than us, but he seemed super respectful and intelligent. Their clan is one of the coalition's most prominent figures and their population is almost double Trikru and their location is well hidden. Unfortunately, they're second to Azgeda in terms of retribution and violence against newcomers."

"Great, so now tell me about Ice Nation."

"They selected a warrior, he's well respected throughout their guard and apparently is pretty high ranking. I did the best recon I could, but it's hard to get anything from anyone about them. Ice Nation keeps to themselves and they hate outsiders. Most of the people I spoke to confirmed that their queen, Nia, is desperate to get a hold of you. A lot of speculation towards her health came up as well. The one guard I spoke to directly said that they used to be a peaceful clan, back when they were ruled by a king, a descendant of the founding family to Azgeda. Apparently after he died Nia didn't respond well."

"You said our survivors came from Ice Nation territory, correct?"

"That's right and they were spitting mad. We had to divert them from attacking random grounder travelers throughout our way back to Camp Jaha, Arkadia, whatever it is." Zoe dismissed easily with a scrunch of her nose. "It wasn't hard to figure out that they definitely retaliated to whatever was thrown their way. Or whoever."

"That's what I was afraid of." Clarke grumbled as she hastily threw her hair into a braid that rested off to the side and down the curve of her neck. "If they created any kind of tension with Ice Nation we need to resolve it."

Zoe nodded, "Ice Nation wants your head on a platter though, how can we know it's not a trap?"

"That's where Roan comes into play." Clarke slid on her boots. "Alright let's get this over with."

The walk to the throne room was done so in hushed tones. Murphy and Wells reviewed the details of their positions, because neither of them trusted a room full of grounders to keep the peace. Zoe stayed behind to play outside interception. If anything was going to go wrong outside of the throne room, Zoe would be able to get back to Wells and Murphy and they'd be able to get out of there as soon as possible. Clarke felt nauseous and dizzy. The whole trip had left her in a whirlwind. She felt her fingers twitch in anticipation and then felt immediately guilty. The feeling that flowed throughout her was similar to when she walked the halls of Mount Weather with a purpose. It made her gag. The ground has turned her hopeful outlook on life into a consistent anticipation of war.

As they approached the room the two guards that stood by the door held their hands up, a silent command for them to stay in place. Murphy grumbled under his breath, but then within seconds Clarke was beckoned forward and announced, "Heda osir don Klark com Skaikru."

"Teik her pass."

And then Clarke was thrust into a space that was occupied by heavy silence. It only lasted a second before the uproar of voices took over. From her view at the entryway she could see Roan in an argument with another ambassador and Titus. Lexa looked to be in a heated discussion with Kane and the other ambassadors observed in silence with skeptical eyes or held their own side conversations. There was no order and it almost filled Clarke with some relief. She had only ever experienced the Grounder culture in a systematic way. To see them act the way that she feels internally was a huge relief and she couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her lips.

"What does Wanheda find so amusing about all this ruckus?"

She turned her head sharply to the left, an ambassador from an unknown clan frowned at her, but his eyes twinkled. "I just like seeing the disorder. It makes it far less terrifying to be in here when it feels human."

"And are you terrified?"

"Absolutely." she replied affirmatively and then smiled softly at the older man as he nodded and chuckled along. A few moments later she realized that all eyes had been on them and that the chatter of the room had ceased to exist. With a slight flush to her cheeks she turned towards Lexa, "You wanted to see me?"

Lexa cleared her throat and ushered Clarke forward with an overly enthusiastic, "Yes, yes, please come forward."

Clarke made her way to stand next to Kane who looked like he had just gone a round in a sparring session. She didn't have too much time to really think about his disheveled appearance as Lexa's voice overtook the room, "As it appears we've received news this morning of a traitor in our ranks. The Azgeda ambassador had constructed a plan to overthrow his queen and disrupt the peace of my coalition, would you like to know the terms of this plan Klark kom Skaikru?"

"I think everyone should know the terms of this plan."

Lexa smirked and motioned for Titus to pass her the papers, "It appears that there is some unhappiness in the Ice Nation. Queen Nia has stopped putting the interest of her people ahead of her own personal ambitions and it's created conflict, something that everyone here is aware of." There nods and murmurs around the room in agreement. "Link had formed a Rebellion of sorts that would eventually overthrow the monarchy of the Ice Nation. His first mistake was to hand write the Rebellions' plans down for anyone to see upon finding it, but the second mistake was to name those involved. They've already established an inner circle within Nia's court, which was step one, but step two had barely begun.

"It appears that step two had been an infiltration of Nia's resources, only to have that step crossed off and re-written. For whatever reason Link and his followers felt it best to utilize the sky people to overthrow their queen. Obviously some of these pages mean nothing as situations have changed. Because of this, I cannot act based on history, especially one that was theorized and never in completion, however there is a current plan that is actively in the works. Link called the Rights of Favor during our initial peace talks and claimed that there was a personal relationship between Clarke and myself that drove our alliance! The reality was he needed to call the Rights of Favor in an attempt to win the hand of Wanheda in hopes that it would solidify his position with his queen. He was going to let Nia decide on Clarkes' fate and rely on her cruelty to entice the Sky People in retaliation that would resolve itself in Nia's death and his Rebellion in charge."

A woman cleared her throat, somewhere to Clarkes' right, "Which is irrelevant now Commander, because Link is dead."

Blue eyes met brown across the room, "It is my right as the Prince of Azgeda to put a stop to any such plans. Link deserved death for his treason."

"And you believe you should be pardoned because of it? Your mother will have your head boy." Another grumble from the same elder that Clarke had spoken to minutes before the tension had taken over the room.

"It was that or war, which would you choose? If his selection had won the challenge and Wanheda did end up in the clutches of my mother the Sky People would demand justice. If they're part of the coalition it is the commanders' right to distribute punishment and if they demand war it is her responsibility to support them until justice has been met."

The same female voice from early spoke once more, "Lift the banishment on Roan kom Azgeda and allow the completion of the challenge!"

"We can't lift the banishment if it means Roans' life, the boy deserves to be rewarded for his dedication to his family and his people."

"Then are we in agreement on how to proceed?" Clarke watched as everyone nodded solemnly and Lexa then turned to face Roan, "By order of my council your banishment shall be lifted and as in accordance with your clans' doctrines you shall be the acting ambassador of the Ice Nation until your mother appoints a new head of state. Do you accept your position for all it's worth Roan kom Azgeda?"

"Ai do." he said as he took a knee and pledged himself with his right hand over his heart.

"It is done." Lexa ushered him to rise and take his seat as the official ambassador and then looked towards Kane and Clarke. "Now that we have all clans represented we must discuss the rogue sky people."

Kane looked between Clarke and Lexa, "What rogue sky people?"

"The survivors of Agro Station."

"What about them?"

"They landed in Ice Nation territory and from what Wells and Murphy reported it didn't look good."

A disgruntled voice from Clarkes' rear spoke up, "And why are we hearing about this just now?"

"We didn't know enough about the group that survived or the circumstances to their status."

"Right, exactly…" Clarke had quickly said in Kanes' defense, it was better to play dumb than it was to let everyone in the room think that they were withholding information. "One of our guards, Wells, spoke to the Commander on his own. I didn't know about it until after the fact and Kane wasn't sure it was the best decision to have made either."

"What did Wells have to say?"

Clarke met Lexas' eyes and waited for the briefest nod of permission to take it away, "They found survivors of our people right on the border of Ice Nation. From there the guards that were on this recovery mission directed them back to Arkadia, but on their journey they managed to get some information. We suspect that Ice Nation responded in the same way Trikru responded to us. Nobody knows for sure what happened, but Wells is worried that they'll try and seek retribution."

"Bringing me to my next point," Lexa took over, "if a conflict is preventable between the two clans then it should be acted on. We cannot pick a side in this situation, both clans must have equal support. My proposal is to bond the Sky People to the coalition through a marriage agreement between Klark kom Skaikru and one of the representatives of Azgeda."

"The Rights of Favor have already been called!" an outraged ambassador stood from his seat and pointed, "To turn your back on our tradition is to mock it!"

To Clarkes' surprise it was Titus that responded, "I assure you I've consulted the Commander and she's consulted the flame. It is true that it goes against our tradition and custom to circumvent a challenge once it's called, but it is entirely against the customs of Skaikru to hold such challenges. In light of this, to conjoin our customs we believe that Wanheda should get to choose her husband of the three Azgeda representatives."

The ambassador of Delfikru stood up and cleared his throat; "We've seen alliances formed by marriage three times and none of which were held under the Rights of Favor. I stand with the Commander in this decision."

"You're biased, your clan joined this alliance with a marriage."

"Correct and my son in-law is a blessing to my people, but he didn't have to participate in a small scale conclave to do so."

He sat back down as another ambassador spoke up, "I agree with Dia, but only if these rogue sky people can concede."

"I assure you," Kane started, "if they don't concede they will not have an affiliation with us."

Titus then took over once more, "Then it is settled, Klark kom Skaikru will choose her husband of the three representatives originally sent from Azgeda. Bring them in!"

In the flurry of movement Kane crouched closer to Clarkes' level, "So this was your plan all along?"

"Not entirely," Clarke admitted while she eyed the entrance, "I didn't expect to have any kind of choice, but I was hoping that I'd be matched with someone from Ice Nation."

"Incredibly risk considering their queen has an unhealthy obsession with your death."

Clarke shrugged; "We just have to figure it out as we go, at least this way we've protected our peace two-fold."

"Hir laik the chosen ones!"

Three men walked into the room with frowns, scarcely clad and all looking cross at their given situation. Of the three, only one had really caught Clarkes' eye and it was a soldier with unruly brown hair and freckles that resembled the stars. She felt her eyes widen when she met his cool brown stare from across the floor and then felt a faint blush rise to her cheeks when he realized who she was. She hadn't expected to ever see this warrior again, let alone as one of her possible suitors, but there he stood. He commanded respect in his stance and she couldn't help but appreciate the way that the remaining two men on either side of him followed his example. It was natural of them to do so.

"Would you like to inspect your choices?"

Clarke looked away from the warrior in the middle and turned towards Titus, "Is that normal?"

"Well, typically we would encourage your ambassador to do so, ensuring there's no birth defects or abnormalities."

Clarke snorted, "That's archaic, they all look like fine men to me."

Titus nodded along, "So you're willing to choose then?"

She felt brown eyes on hers as she nodded, then she let her gaze drift back to his. She could see he wasn't happy and it looked as if he was calculating the ramifications of launching himself out the window. And then just as quickly as the bit of panic spread to his eyes it was gone! She walked closer to the three men and stopped in front of him. "You wanted to know about Wanheda?"

He nodded and she smiled softly, self-consciously, "Well then, looks like you're about to have all your questions answered. What's your name?"

"Bellamy kom Azgeda."

She nodded and swallowed thickly; "Alright Bellamy, I'm Clarke and it looks like we're about to be married." she extended her hand out for him to take and held her breath while she waited for him to accept. She knew in her heart of hearts that he wouldn't deny her, for multiple reasons, and one of them being his entire purpose of being in Polis was this possibility. Still she couldn't help but let out a weak and nervous laugh.

"Your hand is sweaty."

"Well," Clarke scoffed as she yanked her hand away roughly with a glare, "I'm a little out of my element here, please excuse the completely normal physiological reaction."

She turned her back to him and announced her selection, to which the room erupted in chaos, but that didn't stop her from hearing the soft whisper that ghosted down her spine; "Brave Princess."

A/N: So... can y'all predict the major plot line of next chapter?