Author's Note: I've had this idea to do an AU like this where Clarke is a princess and Bellamy is the leader of the Rebels. Just roll with me and give this story a chance! I hope you like it, and reviews are welcomed, in fact, I love reviews! They help me get inspiration to write more. SO review and read away! :)

"M'lady, please! The queen said-"

Clarke didn't wait to hear what the servant had to say, she was already out of her chambers and walking down the hall.

She had heard her mother was holding a meeting about the safety of their people, and something about the Rebels. Like hell she was going to stay out of this one. There were too many times where she was kept out of matters for her safety, but Clarke had had enough.

Clarke burst through the doors, unannounced. Everyone's heads turned in shock to see her, but she looked straight at her mother.

"You shouldn't be here, Clarke." Her mother, Abby said carefully.

Clarke ignored her, glancing at the others around the room. Marcus Kane, Thelonious Jaha and Jackson were all in the room discussing strategy with her mother. Jaha was king before Abby, but when he lost his son, Wells, he couldn't bear to rule any longer, so he gave that right to the Griffins, despite protests from Kane. He wanted to rule the way one should, without letting their heart get in the way and always do what is right for the people. This made him quite good at strategy, and after he got over the whole ruling thing, he became very helpful with battles. And Jackson was one of our healers, and a trusted friend of Abby's.

There was a long pause, where no one said anything or did anything. They all just stared at Clarke as she stared at each of them, never backing down.

"So you were discussing a threat to the people?" Clarke broke the silence.

"That's none of your concern right now." Kane stepped forward.

"Well, one day it will be. Why should you care if I hear this one conversation?" Clarke met his eyes, narrowing her own.

"Abby-" Jaha started, only to be silenced by Abby.

"Quiet. Clarke, you're not ready yet. You're still a child." Clarke started to protest, but she held up a hand. "Just go back to your chambers and we'll handle this."

"Why? Why are you afraid of me hearing this?" Clarke raised her voice.

Her mother turned back to her, her eyes had a tinge of sadness in them. "I can't have you involved in this right now, Clarke. Please."

"I know this has to do with the Rebels." Clarke blurted.

Four heads snapped in Clarke's direction.

"What do you know?" Jaha asked, voice hard.

"Well, I know they are the cause of the threat. I can guess they want something and they have a pretty good threat to get what they want. And we are still trying very hard to avoid war, but they are relentless and stupid, so they keep trying. Am I wrong?"

She was met with silence.

"I'm right, aren't I? Well in that case, let's be honest. The only way to avoid war with the Rebels, which we must do to be able to defend ourselves against the Grounders or the Mountain Men, we have to give the Rebels what they want."

More silence, and everyone dropped their eyes to the floor.

"Well? What are we waiting for? Aren't we going to do something about the threat, or just stand here looking at the floor?" Clarke was starting to get annoyed by the lack of productivity.

"Abby," Kane sighed, "you're daughter's right, we have to do something. And soon."

"Well, do you have any solutions to our problem?" Abby asked, a hint of anger bubbling up in her.

"I know this is hard to hear, but the only option is to give the Rebels-"

"No!" She looked to her daughter. "We will find another way."

"We are putting hundreds of people at risk! We need a solution and now!" Jaha pipped up, walking over to Abby.

"Will someone just tell me what the Rebels want?" Clarke said, trying to remain calm and not yell.

Abby walked over to the table in the center of the room, letting out a long sigh. "Isn't there anything else they want?"

"Abby, we understand you don't want to give them what they want, none of us want to do that, but we may not have a choice." Jackson said, coming to the other side of the table.

"Do they want money? Weapons? What the hell do they want? Anyone?" Clarke sighed, feeling a little defeated. But she held her head high, not wanting to give up.

"Abby, tell her. She's involved in this as much as we are." Jackson said, glancing at Clarke.

Abby walked over to her daughter, pulling her into a hug. But not before Clarke could see the sadness on her face mixed with some defeat.

"Clarke, the Rebels have asked for one thing." She paused, searching her daughter's face.

"What do they want?" Clarke whispered, the weight of the demand finally settling in. She knew it was a big demand if her mother was almost in tears over it.

"You, Clarke. They want you."