Whatever It Takes // Bellamy Blake Fanfiction.

You fight like the Commanders

(Italics : Trigedasleng. )

Lincoln got into position, his sword in hand. Daenerys took a deep breath and got into position as well. She attacked first, but he parried the blow and knocked her to the floor.

"Too aggressive."

She jumped back up and  concentrated, waiting for Lincoln to make the first move which he did. She managed to knock his sword out and kick him to he floor. But he caught her knees and threw her to the ground. She rolled over and caught the two swords and pushing him back to the floor as he was getting up she crossed the two blades under his throat.

"How about that?" She said wih a smirk.

"You're good. Really, Daenerys."

She smiled and gave him his sword. He threw it on the side and told her to drop hers. She obeyed.

"Hands to hands."

This time she carefully waited for him to make the first move, but he was waiting too. Finally, he threw a punch, and, catching his wrist she twisted it and pushed him to the floor. He caught her in his fall and she bumped her head on he floor. He got on top of her and blocked her arms. Though, wih her legs she kicked him and knocked him over, putting him in a weak position.

"You win." He laughed.

"I know!" She replied proudly.

They locked arms and picked up their weapons. He gave her few tactics and then she asked him how they did their war paint.

"Well, most of the time, we use either paint or ash and water, but in your case, you could use blood."

"Can I do it now?" She asked all excited.

They walked back to the cave and while walking, he remain quite, like meditating on something. When they sat inside he finally spoke up.

"I'd like you to meet our Commander."

"Really?!" Daenerys exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes, you could be her second."

She didn't reply but was lost in her thoughts, and smile on her face. She dreamt of seeing that girl to whom she felt close, as if she was family. Which they were, probably, given they had the same blood. Being her second....

"Thank you, Lincoln. I'd like to meet her."

She smiled and making a cut in her hand, she began to paint her face in an odd but beautiful way.

"Do you know her?"

"Who? "

"The Commander, Lexa?"

"No, of course not, why?"

"Nothing only you look like her, and you have the same spirit, but you have done the exact same war paint as her."

Daenerys smiled. She was so happy about it, and asked to go to the river to see which he agreed to. He had to leave anyway. So taking two swords, she left the cave to the river. As she saw her reflection, she smiled. She would've liked Margeary to see her. She looked up the sky, hoping she would see. Sitting by the water in the warm breeze she sharpened one of her swords.

She was completely absorbed by her thoughts that she didn't even hear someone come in. When a twig broke, she turned around and saw a grounder, staring at her.