Brave Princess - A Bellarke Story

Chapter Forty-Two

AN: Behold! My attempt at drawing Bellarke. I drew this a while back.

Chapter Forty-Two

Bellamy:

The coming of dawn is announced with commotion outside our tent. I strain my ears to listen, but I can hear nothing besides the muffled voices.

Clarke is still asleep, her head in its place on my chest. I pause, not wanting to wake her. I brush her hair out of her face. Maybe we can stay here for a little longer. I close my eyes and try to drown out the noise outside.

At last, I speak--softly at first. "Clarke." She doesn't respond. "Rise and shine, princess."

Her eyelids flutter open at last, her eyelashes tickling my bare chest. Clarke hums, and throws her leg over mine. She closes her eyes again and makes herself comfortable. "It's not morning."

Something surges in my chest as I witness her drowsy innocence. I chuckle, and her head moves up and down with my chest. "If you say so."

I feel her mouth move to form a smile. "It's dark outside, Bel."

"That's only because your eyes aren't open." I pause, waiting for her response. She doesn't say anything, so I continue. "Want to see the world with me, princess? Open your eyes."

Her head lifts from my chest at last, and her eyes open. She hums, cocking her head. Clarke meets my eyes. In one, quick motion, she leans forward to slant her mouth across mine.

I pull her closer, and flip her underneath me. Everything goes away, and for a time, all that I feel, or think, or hear is Clarke. Fully Clarke.

Gradually, I pull away, our kisses slowing. I've trapped her underneath me. "Good morning."

Clarke grins, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Good night." And then, she buries herself back into the furs.

I am so deep into shock that I stay there for a while--leaning above her while she tries to sleep.

"Wake up!" A male voice says, before entering our tent.

Clarke opens her eyes in surprise and stares up at the grounder in our tent.

"What's going on?" She asks, sitting up.

I look from Clarke to the grounder, who seems to be fumbling for words. At last he finds some.

"You have visitors," the man says. The grounder doesn't wait to hear our response. He turns and lets himself out, completely unfazed by stumbling upon us in bed.

Clarke stares at the tent flap as it swishes shut, and blinks. Finally she turns to me, a sort of regretful smile on her face. "Morning came quick," she says.

I stand up to put on my boots, and Clarke follows my example. "Who do you think it is?" I ask her.

"The visitors?" Clarke pauses, her laces half-done. "Whoever they are, they're here for us."

Her words make me stop to think. "Is this a trap?" Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I am slightly concerned. Visitors?

Clarke shakes her head. "I don't think so. If it was, that grounder would have taken the chance he had and killed us."

I nod, but I can't shake the sinking feeling that is growing in the pit of my stomach. I pause. "You ready?" I ask at last.

"Yeah," Clarke says, her mouth forming one of those slight smiles, the kind that look more like a frown.

We push aside the opening to our tent and step outside. My eyes immediately find the newcomers, our visitors. Clarke sees them too. She must, because I hear her inhale sharply. I put a hand on the small of her back, hoping to reassure her.

We both saw him then. We both noticed the resemblance before he spoke.

"I'm here to help you," he says, smiling and surrounded by guards. His very voice was familiar, the reflection of someone else. "My son is in Mount Weather. I want to get him back."

Clarke and I knew then, who the man was. He didn't need to speak his name. But the smiling man spoke his name anyway, stretching out his hand for us to shake.

"My name is Dave Murphy."

AN: Hello, everyone! I have been writing a little bit each day to try and get an update up for you all. My finger isn't fully healed yet, but I have still managed to finish this chapter.

I was rereading my story the other day, and I remembered Murphy. Or, to be more specific, I remembered John Murphy.

Now his father is here, helping the very person who killed his son! Plot twists ftw lol.

What do you think will happen? Feedback?