[2] Lost Man • Bellamy Blake

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{UNEDITED. PLEASE COMMENT ANY ERRORS. THANK YOU. ENJOY. IDK HOW GOOD THIS CHAPTER IS. BUT YOUVE GOT SOME STEFAMY ANGST.}

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"Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear
Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin and bone" - 'Lovely' Billie Eilish and Khalid

"You think teenagers a hundred years ago had to do this shit?"

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As Stefan stood besides a hooded Clarke and Roan, he gulped, looking at the commander before him. Her eyes were a bright green, but had a coldness to them. But Stefan could also see the vulnerability that she tried to keep hidden. He knew that look all too well, as Bellamy held the same one most times.

Of course Stefan felt guilty for bringing Clarke here, but the commander asked for her alive, so he guessed that she would stay alive here.

"Wanheda, kom ai don swega klin." (Wanheda, as promised.) Roan spoke, and Stefan stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt the important conversation.

Roan pushed Clarke to her knees with a smirk, you could hear Clarke's breathing become rapid in fear. Stefan quickly removed the bag over her head and she squinted at the abrupt sunlight.

Stefan watched the commander rise to her feet in awe. "Hello, Clarke."

Clarke's eyes widened, and she glanced at Stefan with a glare, he only shrugged an gave a 'I don't know what I'm sorry for, but I'm sorry?' look.

The Commander walked down the stops, away from her throne. "The deal was for you to bring her to me unharmed." The commander hissed at Stefan and Roan. And Stefan noticed the protectiveness the commander had over Clarke.

A small smirk appeared on his face without even noticing he was doing it. Clarke is fucking the commander? Shit. He shook his head with a breathless and silent laugh. "She didn't come easy." Stefan looked the commander in the eyes, nodding his head to the side slightly.

The commander nodded in understanding, looking down at Clarke. "I'd expect not."

"We've done our part, now do yours. Lift my banishment." Roan spoke calmly, and Stefan could feel the tension within the room.

"I'm told your mothers army matches on Polis." The commander cocked her head. Clarke glanced at Stefan again, her eyes pleading for help to get out.

Stefan quickly looked away, not wanting the guilt to surface even more.

"That has nothing to do with me." Roan answered, shrugging. "Honor our deal."