“I challenge you, Lexa, to a brawl.” Bellamy declared to Lexa who was sitting peacefully in her throne room with Clarke sitting on the arm. After he announced his arrival both women turned to look at him. Clarke in shock and Lexa with curiosity.
“And why is that Bellamy?” Lexa calmly said as Clarke stood properly and looked at Anya and Octavia, who stood guard, who blinked shocked to see what was going on.
“I want what you have!” Bellamy admitted who a sense of nervousness in his voice which Lexa immediately zoned in on. The flap of the tent lifted and in came Finn and Raven.
“I have a lot you don’t boy. Be more specific.” Lexa said sarcastically, Clarke shot him a curious look as he took a deep breath.
“Clarke.” Before he could finish the word, he was on his front, face down and the weight of one Lexa Woods was pressed against his back, holding him down. A knife held to the back of his neck. A gasp was heard from Clarke who looked at the two guards who hovered their hands over their swords.
“What stops me from just killing you here?” Lexa snarled.
“Clarke does.” Bellamy struggled. Lexa looked at Clarke who looked back at her not saying anything. Breathing deeply, Lexa stood and shoved a winded Bellamy over to Finn’s feet.
“You are a very stupid boy. Octavia, talk some sense into the boy before he gets hurt.” Lexa snapped and took a seat in her throne, Clarke immediately taking her place beside her. Octavia huffed and took a step forward.
“Bellamy! What the hell are you doing?!” Octavia asked when she was close enough. Bellamy turned from where he was whispering with Finn to look at a furious Octavia.
“Oh, be quiet Octavia. You think because you have a sword and some paint on your face you are all that. You are nothing! Always have been.” Bellamy snarled. Octavia took a miniscule step back before she straightened up, squaring her shoulders. Her step back wasn’t noticed by anyone other than Lexa who was sat assessing the encounter.
“That piece of nothing, as you call her, has selflessly risked her life, time and time again to ensure your peoples safety. Her sword would be through your heart before you could even pull the gun from your belt. That piece of nothing is known as the Red Princess, you know why? She had to fight over 30 men on her own, men who were double if not triple the size of her and she walked away alive. Covered in the blood of her enemies. She is not just a powerful warrior but head of the guard, and she is part of my clan, so I suggest you tread carefully and know you place Bellamy.” Lexa stated calmly and Octavia looked back at her Commander who nodded in return. Bellamy scoffed and turned to his sister again.
“Good I wished they’d floated you when they had the chance.” He said before his head was whipped to the side with such a force, Finn had to catch him and straighten him up. Shrugging his friend off, Bellamy wiped the blood from his lip and charged Octavia, who moved 1 step to the left and watched as Bellamy charged past. He tried again and missed again. Grunting he turned to the left and took his gun from his belt and aimed it at his siblings’ head. Octavia, shocked, didn’t move in the slightest. Lexa smiled at this. Clarke gasped again and stood to help but a steady hand on hers, she calmed. Anya had drawn her sword in preparation but put it away when Lexa stood. Octavia stood still and glared at her brother, straight in the eye.
“I hate you.” She hissed. Bellamy walked forward and rested the nozzle of the gun against Octavia’s head.
“Not nearly as much as I hate you.” He snarled, pressing harder. Trying to push her down. Octavia looked to her commander who stood deathly still.
