A/N: Hey guys, here's chapter 3. Sorry it's moving so slowly, I had another bit I wanted to add to this but it took me a lot longer than expected and it was getting quite long so I'll add it as chapter 4 later. Thanks for reading, it means a lot, and please if you could give me reviews it would help me to know what you guys want to read :) Also, hope you all had a great Christmas, and happy reading!

Chapter 3

Clarke lay on her bed, rigid and expressionless, her eyes following the canvas roof as it swayed in the wind. The events of the day relentlessly replayed in her mind, despite her best attempts to fight it. She and Bellamy had returned in the shadows of the night, slipping past the fence through the sweet spot that Raven had shown them a few days ago. The grounds were empty, blanketed by an unnerving silence. Bellamy had accompanied her back to her tent where he, unknown of by Clarke, had kept guard outside until she was comfortably settled. Fatigued from the long day, she allowed her heavy eyelids to drop and for sleep to take her from her thoughts.

The force on her throat shocked her back to consciousness. Clarke wearily opened her eyes, blinking away the sleep, to find Raven leaning over her with hands tightly clenched around her neck. She immediately felt the breath escaping her body, her limbs struggling to move. Raven pulled Clarke up to meet her wide eyes, violently shaking Clarke's limp body.

"YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULDN'T LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO HIM. YOU PROMISED ME!"

Raven released her grip, collapsing onto the ground as Clarke gasped for air. She cried into her hands, long dark hair draped across her face. Guilty, Clarke reached out a comforting hand and placed it gently on her shoulder. Raven looked up, her eyes soft and vulnerable.

"He was the only family I had, Clarke. The only person I loved."

The vulnerability vanished in the next second, quickly replaced by fury. Before Clarke could react, Raven reached into her jacket, and pulled out a knife. Clarke drew all the breath she could manage, her scream piercing the still night as the blade did her skin.

She shot up with a jolt, hands trembling and heart racing. A trickle of sweat rolled down her neck, as her terrified eyes scanned the room. No one. It was just a nightmare.

As she slid back under her blankets, a loud rattling emitted from the tent walls. A large shadow appeared on the canvas, and the zipper wrenched open. Clarke reached out for the knife under her mattress when the intruder stepped into the tent, revealing to be Bellamy.

"Sorry to scare you, I just- I just wanted to make sure you were okay." He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking down shyly. "I heard you scream. What happened?"

Cheeks burning, Clarke motioned to the space beside her. She suddenly felt stupid, embarrassed to have let her imagination get the better of her. Bellamy settled on the bed, arm resting behind Clarke. His gaze followed her lips as she told him everything, eyes wrinkling softly as he smiled at her words. She finished her recount, and Bellamy gave her a tight squeeze on the shoulder; a sign that he was here for her.

It was crazy to think that a month ago she truly hated him. She had despised everything he did and stood for. She would have happily gone without him, and would have believed it to be a good riddance. But now, she realised how much she depended on him and how much she actually needed him. Bellamy was strong, powerful, influential. He could fight and teach others to do the same. He made tough decisions and did what he had to do. But behind all of this, he was kind, caring and a good person.

Clarke felt herself getting lost in his gaze, and the thought of him. Desperate to change the subject, she blurted the first thing that came to mind.

"So," she jeered teasingly, a grin spreading across her face, "what were you doing around my tent anyway?" Her heart pounded as Bellamy's freckled cheeks turned a soft pink, and he hastily averted his eyes. She continued, talking around her own words. "I mean, your tent is practically on the other end of camp, and it's too early for you to be going anywhere."

Bellamy squinted an eye, bringing his arm up to scratch his head. She couldn't help but stare admiringly at his unintentionally bulging bicep. Finally, he let out a small breath, and chuckled lightly.

"Okay princess, I'll talk. I was checking up on you, making sure you were alright after what happened. And if I say so myself, it's lucky I did."

The heat in her cheeks intensified, and she began to feel it all over her body. In effort not to make things awkward, she giggled and replied jokingly.

"Well, King Bellamy I am honoured that you would do such a thing for this damsel in distress." She nudged his shoulder, and he playfully puffed out his chest as he replied in a smirk.

"Actually, if you don't mind, I'd like to retire from the position of King. I'd much rather be a knight," his deep brown eyes looked directly into Clarke's, "After all, the knight always gets the princess."