Monarchs
When they first landed on the ground, none of the 100 really paid much attention to the others. They were all reveling in the fact that they were surrounded by green, and fresh air, and life in comparison to the cold and fake interior of the Ark. They were rejoicing in their new-found freedom, and second chance at living. For a while, none of them really stood out much, they were all just other faces, sharing in the overwhelming joy.
Once the sheer newness of their surroundings wore off though, their minds drifted to what they were going to do now. They were used to following orders coming from someone with more influence and power. They didn't like it, but they were smart enough to know that they needed someone to be in charge.
They were used to what was essentially a monarchy – it being all they knew, having experienced nothing else in their lives – and monarchies need a king. The leading candidate had been Bellamy. He was the oldest, and what he said made sense. Why should they care about people who had condemned them to death, no matter the crime, and no matter their age? They began to cut off the wristbands, declaring their freedom to the rest of the world, and leaving behind their lives before the Skybox. Something felt off though, so some of them kept a wary eye on the rapidly rising candidate for the throne. Something felt like it was missing.
When the Princess of the Ark began to challenge the rising king, it showed that there was another candidate for the throne. After all, who said that the new monarch had to be a king? A queen would fit the role just as well. Clarke's supporters were mainly the wary ones and those who still cared about the people still on the Ark. They weren't the majority of the group, but still a force to be reckoned with.
It wasn't until the two candidates began to work together (after Charlotte and Murphy, and had their small group really changed enough to become murderers so easily?) that they all took a step back and really looked at who stood before them. They were impressed and awed by what they saw there.
Both Bellamy and Clarke were impressive leaders on their own, otherwise neither would have become candidates for the throne at all. When they worked together though, they were unequaled, and the 100 could almost believe that they could accomplish anything they wanted, so long as those two were together. They stood out from the rest of them, so far that none of them even came close.
They both glowed like the stars: two bright points of light surrounded by inky darkness. The only others that stood a chance were the ones whose lives they touched closest, but even they came nowhere near their leaders. For that's what they were by this point, their leaders.
Who ever said there could only ever be one throne? After all, every king needs his queen to share his burden with. Bellamy already called Clarke 'princess', and well, wasn't she? Queen was what she would become, once crowned. Besides, how could they ever go back to just one of them, much less pick only one of them, now that they had seen what they could accomplish together? They had found the perfect balance between them, and casting aside one would topple the other.
That balance was necessary because, while they were unstoppable united, they were so very different. Bellamy was like the Sun. He burned bright with a heated passion that brought them life, but could also be damaging if they remained in it for too long. And if Bellamy was the Sun, then Clarke was the Moon. She brought a healing cool to counter his burning heat, though she could be colder than ice when crossed.
Hot and cold, day and night. Both needed the other to survive, and so it was with their two leaders. The 100 weren't blind; they could see that the two were close. They also knew that they were the only ones who could match the other so perfectly. Push and pull, fire and water. Those were the metaphors that they used for each other, and the 100 agreed that it worked.
His flames turned her floods to steam, and her waters turned his inferno to ash. They were able to contain each other with their respective elements, and encourage the other to do better. They needed each other in a way they didn't need anyone else. They were stars that behaved like the Sun and Moon, inspiring awe and fascination and obedience and loyalty in all who saw them. They worked perfectly together, and were perfect for each other. Therefore, it came as no surprise when one day their king and queen returned to camp with their fingers intertwined, and shy, knowing smiles on their faces.
The 100 merely smiled. The teasing and jokes would come later. For now though, they would simply enjoy watching their monarchs discover what the rest of them already knew. For they were the Sun and the Moon, day and night, fire and water. And they had found the perfect balance.