If you're still taking prompts - #4 or #8 :)) happy new year!
I am! Happy new year to you too, Kayleigh!! I went with #8 and a classic for this one. Canon divergent from the end of 2x16: AU where Clarke didn’t leave after Mt. Weather.
Clarke had been sitting by herself until Bellamy joined her. The two of them waited in silence, watching her mother and Kane lead Lexa and her cohort though the camp. His hand, she noticed, never strayed far from his weapon. She could feel him radiating tension. They were more in sync than ever, but that didn’t necessarily make things easier.
“You don’t look very happy,” she remarked.
“Neither do you” he countered. “Neither do any of us. This alliance isn’t something that will last, Clarke. You were at Mt. Weather.”
“I know you don’t trust them, and truth be told neither do I,” Clarke sighed. “But we’re on the brink of another war here, and until we regroup it’s in our own interest to maintain peace. We didn’t exactly escape unscathed.”
Bellamy frowned. “As long as we keep our guard up. I don’t like how close Kane’s getting with them.”
“Kane’s an idealist, but he’s not stupid,” Clarke countered. “He knows who to trust, and who to watch with extra care.” As she spoke, her eyes drifted from Indra to Lexa.
“I’m surprised that she hasn’t demanded you join them in their little tour,” Bellamy said, and the bitterness in his voice wasn’t lost on her. He wasn’t talking about her mother.
“I told them I had other matters to attend to,” Clarke replied.
Bellamy glanced over at her, then looked away, shaking his head.
“Bellamy, what’s bothering you so much? It’s not just Lexa being here.”
Bellamy’s jaw clenched as he stared stonily ahead. “I just can’t stand how they’re all looking at you.”
Clarke didn’t have to ask what he meant. “We might as well use it to our advantage. They fear the commander of death more than most else.” Judging by the expression on his face, that had done little to mollify him. “Why do you mind so much? Do you want to share that title with me in addition to every other terrible thing we’ve shared?”
“You know what I mean,” Bellamy replied in a low voice. “They see you and they see the terrible thing we were forced to do for our people. The terrible thing they forced us to do.” He looked her straight in the eye. “I know you see their faces too, every day. I can never forgive her for this.”
Clarke bit her lip. He was right, but the necessity of diplomacy still weighed on her.
“The Chancellor thinks that Lexa will try and force me into a marriage alliance to cement the peace,” Clarke said, watching Bellamy’s response carefully.
He immediately stiffened and drew in his breath sharply. “A marriage alliance? With who?”
“With someone from Trikru no doubt. Maybe even Lexa herself. Who knows.” Clarke paused. “She also thinks that it would be wise for me to claim I’m betrothed to an Arkadian so that they can’t use me against my own people.”
“And which Arkadian does your mother think you should marry?” Bellamy asked, keeping his eye fixed straight ahead.
Bellamy’s face registered utter shock, his eyes searching her face as if he was convinced it was a joke. “Me?”
“You,” Clarke repeated in an even tone.
“Why me? Why not someone who could provide you with additional status, who could protect you?”
Clarke shook her head. “I’m Wanheda. I don’t need additional status. And no one can protect me better than you can, Bellamy. I’d rather you than anyone else.”
Bellamy’s eyes grew wider. “You’re serious. You’ve discussed this?”
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