Bellamy remembers the first time he heard about her. "The Princess," they all called her.

"Clarke Griffin, the Princess of the Ark".

She was someone people had envied, one of the privileged. People wished they were in her position, being born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

And even though he had never met her, she was someone he came to despise. Her mother and father worked closely with the Chancellor so she had lived her life better than most of the people on the Ark, including him. She must have had it easy, he thought to himself.

Then he met her unexpectedly on their way to Earth and everything he thought about her was true. She was pure, and nice, too nice, and sickeningly perfect and that made him dislike everything about her even more. He loathed those things about her, but knowing she wouldn't last long down here on Earth, he brushed her off.

But he noticed that she wasn't afraid, not to stand up against him, and he could see the glimmer of strength in her eyes. She confronted him, challenged him when no one else could, when others were too afraid to cross him.

And he truly felt that she wasn't afraid of him, that her strength was genuine and her personality was nothing like he predicted to be in the beginning.

He realized that was the first time he came to respect her. He realized that it wasn't hate he felt for her, but envy, because it was so easy for her to be a leader, like she was born to do it, like she was made for it. And the hundred flocked to her so quickly, gaining their trust by being honest. But he understood why. She was trustworthy and always stayed strong. Clarke thought about the others before herself, caring for them, always putting herself in harms way before putting any of them in danger.

Eventually he got used to her presence, adjusted to her being there even and they eventually came to an agreement to most things.

He learned about her and noticed things about her.

The way her blonde hair smelled like honey, blue eyes that made him think of the sky on Earth, and a smile that lit up the room, almost making him forget where they were, who they were, like everything in the world was alright.

But it wasn't and as he learned more about Clarke, the strength he saw in her eyes seemed to shatter. He saw loneliness replacing them, she was broken in all sorts of places and he realized, she wasn't perfect princess Clarke Griffin at all. She was a normal girl, a regular person like him, broken and wounded because of the events on the Ark. A girl who's just trying to survive.

He seemed to feel somewhat protective over her, not realizing just how much she had grown on him.

She would look at him with her big doe eyes, constantly reminding him that if he wasn't here, she could not do this. He distinctly remembered her saying that she needed him. And he would never admit it, but he needed her too.

She was more than broken to him, she was strong-willed, determined, smart, beautiful.

Princess was truly a nickname befitting of her personality.

He decided that he would make her his. He would protect her, hold her and destroy that loneliness in her. He would repair that part of her that is broken, piece by piece, and dispose of the pain in her heart for good. He would be the one to put a smile on her face.

He promised to himself that she would be his princess and no one else.

Clarke Griffin would be his.