chapter 21

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I do not own the 100. I am just a fan writing fanfic.

Bellamy's P.O.V.

We had left camp about an hour ago. Clarke had packed her bag with medical supplies and food, while I carried our clothes and other little things. The party started at sunset, at the rate we were going it wouldn't be long before we reached Polis. That would give us a few hours to rest and clean up. My thoughts were interrupted when Clarke reached for my hand. We were walking behind our Grounder guides and we hadn't talked much so far.

Clarke was really excited for this, I on the other hand was tense and skeptical. Before we had left camp Lincoln had pulled me beside. He had explained some of the things that could happen at partys, there were laced drinks and hallucinating plants in some foods. No to mention we were going to the capital so there was always the chance something could go wrong. I closed my eyes and focused on Clarke's hand. It was warm and smooth. It was suprising really, hee delicate hands were just as capable of killing as mine were yet they were also skilled at healing.

Clarke was something else. I had never thought i would date. It just wasn't something I thought I would get to do. With Octavia or the gounders or any other chaotic event that had occurred during my life. It had always been a dream, but this girl beside me was completely real. I got to hold her in my arms and I got to love her.

We continued to walk as thoughts floated around my head. We couldn't be far now, i could see smoke and the trees were starting to clear away. We walked along and then we saw it, Polis. It looked kinda like one of the old cities from before the bombs. It was beautiful. It made my heart ache. If only we had lived before, life would be so different.

"Bell?" Clarke said pulling at my hand. I looked down at her blue eyes. "Have you been listening?" She said giving me an unimpressed look. I looked down guilty, "sorry Princess, I am all caught up in my head today." I explained. She gave me a small smile and simply kissed my cheek. "As I was  saying, we have about 3 hours to get ready or maybe we could explore the city." She suggested. I didn't want to explore, Lincoln's warnings circled my head. I didn't want to argue so I didn't say anything so I just smiled.

We entered the city. The streets were packed for tonight's party. Vendors were selling food and clothing, it was wonderful. Clarke was all smiles and giggles. It warmed me to see her so enchanted. The Grounders who were leading us, walked us to the tower in the center of the city. We entered it and made our way to the Grounder who seemed to be in charge.

She gave us a key and told us we were staying in a special room at the request of the heda. I thanked her and Clarke and I wondered around the tower. It was massive, its walls were stone and it had ivy growing up its walls. We finally found the elevator but Clarke was not fond of the idea. "I am NOT afraid, its just- its stupid to risk our lives for 3 flights of stairs. Plus that think is 200 years old. That's all." She pouted. I laughed a bit, she did not look impressed. I stiffled my laughs and agreed we could take the stairs. It was only 3 flights. We had been through worse, i was just happy we didn't get a room on the 12 floor.

We walked up the stairs with surprisingly no trouble. All that working and training was paying off. When we finally reached the 3rd floor I was very glad we hadn't brought much, it would have only caused trouble. We searched for our room and found it after a few minutes. Clarke pushed open the door and we walked in unsure of what to expect.

It was beautiful. Clarke actually gasped. It was amazing. The room was light in colors, the floor all pastel tiles. There was a great big balcony with a view of the forest. There were candles everywhere and the bed was dropped in white fabric. It was perfect. Clarke laid on the bed and despite the darker ragged clothing she looked like an angle. Her hair had grown out and i flowed around her. Her blue eyes shone compared to the white fabric and I swear they were little oceans.

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