Pretty Lies (Bellamy Blake Fanfic)

Bitter Harvest

The grand city of Polis is a lot different without a sack over your head. I admire all the bustling people and busy stalls on the side of the road, I don't think I've seen anything like it, and before coming to Earth, I never thought I would.

We follow Lexa and her small group of guards towards the tower, where we are escorted to our rooms once more, Clarke and Lexa going off together,

"You are my right hand Kat, be ready to start tomorrow," Lexa tells me, and I give her a nod of my head. Perks of being Lexa's right hand man; I get to keep my blades, which I can't help but be ecstatic over.

I set the radio Kane gave me on my dresser, hoping I can get some peace and quiet before my first day tomorrow.

I decide to take a hot bath, needing to cleanse myself of the dirt and grime that covers me from head to toe. I waltz out of my room, pleased to find that guards no longer stand attention at my door. At my newly found freedom, I smirk as I walk down the halls, but I jolt to a stop when I see Roan, now King of Azgeda, standing in front of me,

"What you doing here?" I ask, curiosity growing in my stomach. The man gestures to the throne room,

"I'm here to present a gift to Clarke, proof of our loyalty to the coalition," he replies, and my gaze goes to the now closed door, "What are you doing here Wanlida?" Roan drawls, stepping closer to me,

"I'm Lexa's right hand," I declare, making a flamboyant gesture as I begin to walk again,

"What about your people?" The man asks, his piercing blue eyes studying me carefully. I purse my lips, sighing,

"I gave them a choice, and they chose to kill 300 people. As far as I'm concerned they dug their grave," I murmur quietly, Roan nodding his head at my words,

"Well, I have business to attend to, I'll see you around Kat," and with that he walks away, leaving me alone once more.

I'm left alone with my thoughts as company, exploring the tower and everything inside. I find a large training room on the lowest level, the only room where weapons are. Guards are posted outside, and inside the room itself as they watch over the training and ensure no weapons leave the room, but I stand and watch as two grounders fight each other brutally on the ground, their fists and feet being their only weapons,

"You're too focused Killian, stop thinking too much," I look up to see Indra standing at the sidelines, her gaze focused on the fight in front of her. She looks up and shoots me a small grin, and I return the favor before turning around and walking away.

I spend the rest of the day in my room, trying to catch up on some much needed rest, but every time I close my eyes, my brain is flooded with images of a bloody Bellamy, and the army he had left behind dead in the field.

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"You wanted to see me commander?" I stand up straighter as Clarke enters the room, her eyes moving from me to Lexa, the commander's quiet talk with Titus ceasing as the girl walks in,

"Yes. We need to discuss the fate of the last of the mountain man," Lexa explains, and my eyes light up at the mention of Emerson. I heard abut Roan's gift to Clarke, Emerson tied up and gagged in a box, a way to avenge what was done at mount weather,

"I believe he deserves death," Titus speaks up and I whirl around to face the man,

"It's not your decision, Clarke can speak for herself," I snap, Lexa shooting me a grateful look as she turns to face Clarke,

"Titus is right," Clarke says quietly, and my head whips around to face her,

"You see? It is human nature to need vengeance. Only once satiated can there be peace. That is our way," Titus reasons, and Lexa shakes her head,