Hi guys this is my first time writing a fan fiction so hope i get it right, any reviews good or bad are welcome. This story is set from when Lexa had Clarke caught and bought to her by Prince Roan, obviously the storyline is going to be a little different from the tv version from here onwards and i hope you enjoy!

Clarke angrily paced around the room she had been dragged back to after spitting in Lexa's face earlier, ignoring the slight pain of her upper arms where the guards had been none to gentle with her, obviously displeased with her behaviour towards their Heda. She hardly cared though all she could think of was what right Lexa thought she had bringing her here.

"How dare she.." She angrily muttered to herself for the fourth time. "How fucking dare she? Who the hell does she think she is ... After what she did?"

She stopped to stare out the window not even seeing the view she curled her hands in to fists at the memory of the Commander walking away taking Clarkes hopes for victory with her, forcing her to make a decision that had cost so many innocent lives ... Lives that could of been spared if they had just stuck to the plan. Maybe then she wouldn't see their faces pleading with her everytime she closed her eyes, wouldn't have them haunting her in her dreams. She shook her head trying to clear these thoughts ... She refused to dwell inside her head about this again instead she would focus on the hatred she felt for Lexa.

She resumed her pacing around the large room for several minutes only stopping when she heard footsteps coming toward her door and the low mumble of voices between the person and the guards that were stationed outside to stop any attempts she made to leave.

The doors were opened and a man with strange markings on his head walked towards her carrying a tray, Clarke eyed him warily, she remembered him being there when she had seen lexa, his eyes never left her face as he placed the tray upon the small table in the middle of the room.

"Heda thought you might be hungry after your travels with Prince Roan, she also asked that i let you know all facilities in this room are at your disposal, the bathroom is to your left and any clothes you find in the trunk by your bed you are welcome to have."

Clarke remained quiet and folded her arms simply glaring at the unknown man standing before her who calmly held her gaze and continued undeterred. "Is there anything i can do for you while i am here?"

"Yeah ... You know what actually there is." She replied quickly walking towards the table, picking up the tray and placing it back in the mans hands and gritted her teeth to stop herself shouting. "Tell your Heda i don't want her food, i dont want her clothes, i dont want her hospitality. Tell her i would rather cut off my own tongue with a blunt knife and eat it than accept anything from her."

"She will be displeased when she learns of your refusal to eat." He frowned.

Clarke leaned forwards slightly and smirked. "I ...Couldn't ... Care ... Less."

His own eyes widened at the obvious anger coming from the woman before him. "Very well but if you change your mind at any time ask one of the guards at your door to send for me and they will do as you ask. I am Titus."

"They will do as i ask? So if i asked them to move out of my way th-"

"They will not let you leave." Titus interrupted "Heda has asked them to make sure you remain here ... For your own safety."

"Don't you mean hers." Clarke mumbled.

If Titus heard her he gave no reaction to what was said, he simply lowered his head and carried the tray away with him.

Clarke walked back to the window and leaned against the wall doing her best to ignore the hungry protests her stomach was making, she had gone longer than this without food when she had left camp Jaha. The first few days she had nothing but a handful of bitter berries to snack on and had stumbled day after day in random directions not caring where she ended up. Then she had come upon a river and drank greedily from it before noticing that it was filled with fish, her desperation for food increased and she tried grabbing the fish with her bare hands and failed miserably, after countless failed attempts and soaked clothes from all her splashing the tiredness overwhelmed her, giving up she lay where she collapsed her right hand still in the water, several minutes later she felt something slide past the skin of her hand ... And again a minute later ... Then again, lingering longer each time. The fish were becoming used to the hand being there so still, when it happened one last time Clarke grabbed it as quickly as she could and lifted it out the water as if she had always known how.

That was just the beginning, from then she crafted her own weapons badly at first but every new one she made was slightly better than the last, in the end she had a small knife and a passable spear made with items she had traded with people she came across on her travels. She also learned to start fires to cook her meat on and to keep her warm, slowly but surely she learned to be more quiet spreading her weight evenly across her whole foot instead of putting all the pressure in the toes and balls of her feet, learning to take care where she stepped especially when she learned that people were hunting for Wanheda. What she truly learned was she was no longer the Clarke that relied on other people for help ... Now she could look after herself.

The same determination spread through her now, she had not gone through everything just to become a prisoner of the very person she hated, she scanned the room looking for any way out but she found none, next she tried the balcony maybe she could jump? Peering over the edge she withdrew her head ... Maybe not.

But wait there was a balcony below hers if she could drop on to that one and sneak in to the room there might not be any guards outside that bedroom door not unless that room held someone against their will aswell but she would deal with that problem when she had to, she might be able to get away and there was hardly any chance someone would be inside the room as it was the middle of the day. Her chances of getting out unseen were slim but like hell was she going to just sit there and do nothing waiting for decisions to be made for her ... That was the old Clarke.