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"Answer me," Bellamy demanded.
Clarke rolled her eyes, marching into the woods.
"Clarke!" Bellamy quickly followed her.
"Oh, don't worry, baby, I'm not going off to find someone's cock to sit on." She spat, Clarke's vulgar language angering Bellamy to no end.
Grabbing hard at Clarke's bicep, Bellamy pulled her to a stop. Clarke spun around, pushing him off her. However, her strength was no match for his.
"I'm trying so damn hard to remain calm right now," Bellamy growled between his teeth.
Clarke smirked up at him. "You're fucking failing."
He flexed his fingers against her bicep, his jaw locked. Clarke watched, humoured, as Bellamy sucked in a deep breath through his nose.
"I'm only going to ask nicely once." He said calmly, anger still seeping into his words. "Get your ass back inside."
Clarke laughed in his face, her tongue shouting out to lick her chapped lips. Losing the smile, she stepped into his chest, looking up into his eyes.
"Why don't you leave me alone and go find Gina? Stick your head between her legs." She said, not allowing her anger to show.
Clarke was a lot better at hiding her emotions than Bellamy, which was one of the many reasons they fought. It angered him that she seemed to not care about anything.
Right now, they stood at the edge of a grounder city. Both their people were inside for the annual peace summit. It was the same place where they wed to merge their bloodlines and solidify their people's agreement less than seven months ago. The same place they'd consummated their marriage in front of the 13 clan leaders.
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The day the kids met with Anya on that bridge, they came to an agreement. Since then, Anya and eight of her people would spend four days at the hundreds camp. Then in return Clarke and eight of the hundred would venture back to Anya's village and stay with them for four days. In that time, they would learn and teach each other.
The exchange was successful for months; the only problems came from Bellamy. He didn't trust the kids, thought they were foolish. He especially didn't like the blonde bombshell that seemed to disagree with everything he did or said.
She, in return, found him to be an ass and too reckless. He taught the younger kids to fight and told them stories of battle.
Bellamy also found himself intrigued by her. The way she could make everything seem okay when the situation was anything but. Like how she was strong, how she seemed to extrude confidence when she felt like she had no freaking idea what she was doing. Her curvy body didn't hurt either.
She happened to find him passionate. When he would speak to the masses, and how he seemed to inspire anyone who was listening. When he was with the younger kids in her group, his face was soft and caring. He even cracked a smile or two when they showed their age and innocence. His broad shoulders and muscular arms weren't so bad either.
During those total of 8 days of travel as a group, Bellamy and Clarke found themselves together a lot. Since Clarke happened to be the leader of the hundred and Bellamy was Anya's best warrior, she insisted that Bellamy lookout for Clarke while they travelled together.
While Clarke insisted it wasn't necessary, Anya insisted it would be rude of Clarke not to accept the gift of her finest warrior. While inside, Bellamy felt the same; Anya was his head, and he wasn't allowed to talk back or question her.
Everything was going fine between them until the grownups came to earth.
Abby, Kane and Jaha took over. Taking leadership of the kids who'd come down in the dropship. Took over things with Anya and the negotiations. No matter how much the grounder insisted, she would only deal with Clarke.
The adults insisted that they would not allow a child to be in charge of something that was so important. Though the adults continuously insulted the grounders by commenting on their way of life and disagreeing with everything they said.
Anya cut ties, promising there would be retribution for the ways of the sky people.
"Bellamy, what the hell happened in there?" Clarke had been anxiously waiting outside the meeting room.
He looked at her, he almost seemed sad. "Anya is no longer dealing with your people."
Clarke's eyes fluttered, "They are not my people." She muttered. "What does this mean?" She dared to ask.
"War."
"No." Clarke shook her head, Seeing Anya out of the corner of her eyes. "Anya, please let me try and talk to them."
The grounder's head turned. "You've tried Clarke; they were as disrespectful to you as to us. Your people are not welcome here."
"They aren't my people. Please, we had peace; we were working toward something." Clarke was desperate to keep the killing and bloodshed from happening again.
The hundred's first couple days on earth were filled with nothing but red sticky blood. Clarke did not want to go back to that pain and suffering.
"Not anymore," Anya stated, then leaned toward the blonde. "I am sorry, Clarke."
Before any more could be said, Kane came running out of the ark. Bellamy and another guard Miller stepped in front of their Heda as a precaution.
"Please wait." He spoke to Anya. "I realize we have a lot to learn. Things had progressed while the children were down here, you have an understanding with each other. I want to convince you to keep that arrangement going."
The grounder shook her head, "I have given every opportunity."
"I know," Kane said. He was a lot more reasonable than Abby and Jaha, who had joined them outside. "What can we do to mend our uninformed actions?"
Anya looked down, seeming to think over Kane's words.
"I will speak with Clarke and her alone. You three will make no decisions."
"She's a child," Abby commented condescendingly.
Clarke bit her tongue; she thought she hated her mother before; it only doubled since the ark landed.
Clarke had worked so hard to make them safe and make alliances so they would not starve once the snow whipped out their main source of food. All her mother and Jaha have once since they got here is reck everything she had built.
"She is a leader." Anya defended. "She will be your people's ambassador."
"Done." Kane nodded before either Abby or Jaha could answer.
Anya turned to Clarke, her lips lifting slightly in what Clarke had come to know as Anya's smile. Clarke nodded back at her, feeling a lot better about this arrangement.
"We have the meetings of the 13 clans in two weeks' time. A group of you will travel with us. We will announce our alliance. From then on, anyone who harms you will also be attacking us."
"Understood." Clarke nodded, nervous about meeting leaders from all other grounder clans. "I'd like to select the same group that has always travelled with me."
Anya nodded in acceptance.
"Wait, Clarke." Abby's annoying voice rang out. "You cannot run off with your friends and make life-changing decisions about my people."
Clarke crossed her arms. "You almost just caused a war that would have whipped out all of camp Jaha!"
"I will go," Kane announced. "I will take two of our guards to protect Clarke and the others. That way, I can oversee and report back to the council."
"Bellamy protects Clarke," Anya announced. "He is my best warrior, and I will accept nothing less."
All eyes snapped to the man in question. Kane seemed to look at him to match the face with the name. Abby and Jaha seemed to be less than pleased.
"Very well." Kane acknowledged. "If it's alright, I would still like to bring them along. If only for my own comfort."
"Very well." Anya agreed after only a second of deliberation. "Clarke prepare your group; Bellamy will accompany you."
Bellamy moved to stand by Clarke's side. A position that was common for them. Usually, Clarke would roll her eyes or protest a little, but she felt smug at the expressions on the face of the grown-ups.
"I assure my daughter is in no danger in my camp." Abby snarled, implying that Clarke was in danger with the grounders.
Bellamy spoke up for the first time today; anger laced his tone. "We have never tired her up and imprisoned her."
Clarke placed a hand on the back of Bellamy's hip, not wanting him to get into it with her mother.
Though his words were not false. When Clarke had refused to stay away from the adult's dealings with the grounders, they had locked her up for two days—bounding her hands and legs, leaving her in darkness.
When Anya and Bellamy found out, they had been angered and confused at the treatment she received. It felt like an attack on her was an attack on them, already considering her their ally, along with the kids from the hundred.
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After days of travel, the group reached the polis. Clarke, Monty, Jasper, Raven, Murphy, Link, Fox, Harper and Atom were of the original hundred. Then there was Kane and his two guards. The hundred kids were in awe, they'd heard stories of this big city, but they had never gotten to see it in person.
After showing the sky people the floor would stay on they left them to settle into their rooms, the grounders left to participate in a coalition meeting; Anya assured Clarke that she would be included in the following day's sessions. She was kept from this one because it was a discussion about adding the sky people to their coalition. It had to be approved by all 13 clan members before the blonde could attend.
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"This place is huge." Jasper gawked excitedly.
"I wish we could explore. " Harper added.
The hundred were all piled into one of their rooms, feeling safer in a group instead of splitting up into three different rooms.
"Once we are added to the coalition, hopefully, we'll be safe enough to do just that," Clarke replied to Harper's comment.
The group continued to chat until they became tired. They all settled for the night on pieces of furniture around Clarke's room.
In the morning, the small group was led out to the marketplace with a crew of Anya's guards. Meanwhile, Clarke was going to attend the meeting with Kane in tow.
The grounders seemed to size her up as she moved to stand next to Lexa after slicing her hand and allowing the blood to drip into a metal bowl on top of all the other commander's blood.
"We recognize Clarke of the sky people as an ambassador through Anya tree kru. She and her people will be welcomed in Polis only after the bond is made."
Clarke looked up at Anya, eyebrows scrunched. The ground kept talking.
"What is she talking about?" Clarke whispered to Anya.
"I am sorry, Clarke. This was the only way they would accept you. A sky person cannot join the coalition."
"They just recognized me; I don't get what you mean."
Anya didn't answer this time. Instead, she turned back to the group.
Clarke looked around the room; the confused expression must still be on her face. While her eyes moved over the guard's faces in the room, she landed on Bellamy. He was frowning back at her, silently asking her what was wrong.
Clarke subtly shook her head, telling him it wasn't important.
The grounder translator behind her continued to tell her what was being said. Clarke felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand.
"The wedding bounding traditions will commence tonight. Only then will Clarke of the sky people be fully recognized."
"What?" Clarke gasped.
A wedding? To who? God, what the hell did she miss. Were they giving her away to some grounder?
"Clarke follow me," Anya said.
When Clarke didn't immediately respond, the grounder shoved her slightly to the back of the room.
"You cannot do this; she is just a child," Kane said, having followed Anya and Clarke threw the room.
"She is a fierce leader." Anya reminded him. "She has always done what needs to be, without a complaint."
"E-either I missed something, or my translator sucks. Did they say I'm getting married?"
Everyone looked at her with surprise.
"Your bonding to Bellamy is a serious matter, Clarke, don't joke." Anya reprimanded her.
Again Clarke asked, "What?" As if Anya saying his name summoned him, Clarke felt Bellamy's presence behind her.
"I will explain the rules to you; there are strict traditions to follow during the ceremonial proceedings and consummation. Bellamy will assist you during, as much as he can, though he will be busy performing his own duties."
Clarke's head was spinning at the words being thrown her way.
"This ensures your leaders from the sky cannot come between our decisions. "Anya continued to explain.
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Bellamy had been there the night before for the discussions. The conversation was not going the way Anya had hoped. All Bellamy could think about was how he would have to hear Clarke nagging him, telling him she doesn't need his protection, that she can protect herself. He also thought about never seeing her blonde hair as she walked away from him in annoyance; her cheeks gone red as he angered her. He felt sadness and anger in his chest.
That was until someone, a leader from the third clan—a friend to Anya, who'd been around their camp often, proposed marriage.
While some volunteered, having seen the curvy blonde around in the halls. Anya wouldn't hear of it. Saying how Clarke was the ambassador and would be dealing directly with tree kru, she would be bonded with one of tree kru's people.
Bellamy couldn't explain the overwhelming relief and surprised happiness when his Heda insisted that he was the only choice.
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Clarke sat on the bed in her room. A grounder had come in half an hour ago to pimp her out. Clarke went along as the women drew her a bath and stripped hair from her body, cleaning her up. She rubbed her skin till it was pink, smooth and void of dirt.
They did her hair, leaving it wild and wavy. They were dressing her up in this wrap dress that was skin tight and compressed her boobs, causing them to almost fall from the dress. Then they layered her in fur. She was finishing off by layering her eyes in golden makeup.
Clarke could only imagine what she looked like. She was a little relieved that she didn't have a mirror to check herself out in.
Once the grounder was done, dolling her up. Before Clarke could have a moment alone, Anya walked in.
"Bellamy will be smitten." She complimented, looking at the blonde from head to toe.
"Anya, what is happening?" Clarke asked, needing to know every detail, needing to be in control of what she could.
The grounder pulled up a chair, gesturing for Clarke to sit back down on her bed.
"Tonight, Bellamy and you will be wed-"