The Rebel King and his princess

The princess entered the grand hall, light streamed through the 7 long windows that lead up to her mother and father. They were sitting on their thrones at the opposite end of the hall, behind them there was a large stained glass window, Clarke had drawn this window several times. The main hall was one of Clarkes favourite places throughout the palace, mainly because of the large stained glass window but also because it was a place of joy and laughter as feasts and balls were held here.

Clarke stood at the door, she was surprised to only see her mother and father. It was very rare that the three of them would be left alone as the King and Queen were always surrounded by the members of their court, worrying about how they would survive a bad harvest or a war.

The light coming through the windows had caught on the gems on their crowns. They were making beautiful shapes on the floor and Clarke wished she had a piece of paper to take down the breath taking picture.

The sound of her shoes hitting the wooden floor echoed throughout the hall. She continued to walk until she had reached her mother and father, taking in their features as she usually did. As always she dropped before the two, first her mother laid her hand upon her head giving her a blessing followed by her father.

Her father Jake motioned to the chair that was positioned before his and Abby's. He studied Clarkes face before speaking, this worried the princess as he had a grave expression etched on his face.

He took a deep breath before he started to speak, 'Dear daughter, we have news of grave importance to tell you. It is time for you to marry, however it is no longer Collins'

Clarke was surprised by her father's statement, she had been betrothed to Finn Collins since her third birthday. Finn was plesant and even though she was not overly happy to marry him, Clarke knew he would have made a good husband.

'Father, I do not understand, why am I not marrying Finn?'

'Clarke I am sure you have heard our neighbouring kingdom has a new king, we need to ally ourselves with him' her fathers tone was serious and determined, Clarke knew he would not change his mind.

'Have the Collins family been told that our agreement no longer stands?' Finn was her friend she hoped that he already knew so she wouldn't have to tell him.

'Yes I had word sent to them this morning, they are understandably frustrated, but the marriage would have benefited them more than us.' Clarke was relieved that they knew yet hoped that Finn was not angry with her. He was her childhood friend, she had known him all her life and hoped that this did not mean the end of their friendship.

Her father continued 'This new agreement has more to offer us and the kingdom, you will be married to a king. He can offer more than Collins can. A marriage to him means there is one less kingdom we will have to fear as they will not be enemies but allies. You and your husband can rule the kingdoms together, as King and Queen.' Clarke thought about what her father had said, one less enemy, it sounded promising. With so many enemies and endless wars an ally would be a huge benefit.

She started to think out loud 'An ally, we need an ally.' 'Yes, Clarke, an ally is exactly what we need' Clarke looked up at her father as he interrupted her thoughts. His face was hopeful, he wanted more than anything for her to say yes and she knew this. All the people her father had lost due to war, his friends and family, the outcome could have been so much different if only they had an ally.

Clarke glanced between her two parents, they we both staring back. She wondered if there was actually a choice, could she refuse? However Clarke knew what her response had to be, 'Father, mother, I will marry this stranger. I will do what is right for our people and our kingdom.'

Abby spoke for the first time since her daughter had entered the hall 'Clarke my darling, soon they will be your people and it will no longer be our kingdom but yours and your husbands' she was relieved Clarke had chosen to marry, her mother did not want to force Clarke into the arrangement, but like Clarke she doubted her daughter had a choice.

'You will be a great leader' Abby said full of pride.

It was rare for Clarke to see her parents let alone receive praise from them. 'Thank you mother' she replied 'Thank you'

Clarke then turned back to her father, 'Father, since I am to marry this man I believe I should learn his name.'

'Oh dear child I almost forgot' he was surprised that he had left out such an important detail. 'By some he has been called 'the rebel king' but his name is Bellamy Blake'

Why 'the rebel king'? she wondered. Who is Bellamy Blake?

I know it's very short but it's my first time writing fan fiction, hopefully if I write more chapters they'll be longer. It was just an idea floating about in my head and I don't think I've seen anything else with this approach. Please review and leave some feedback, I would like to hear if you all think I should continue :)