(Rest of summary) After they slept together, Clarke became pregnant, and she had a daughter. This is the story of how that daughter reunited her mother and father.

Prologue:

Bellamy POV

I didn't know what I expected to come out of the woods that day, but it definitely wasn't a girl about eighteen with four others flanked behind her that had Clarke's eyes, and my hair.

My day had begun as usual. Raven, Wick, and their son were fixing the satellite. I checked on them, and everything was going fine. Then, I went to watch Octavia and Lincoln's daughter. They had gone on a hunt, and was the babysitter. Even though I loved my niece, every time I saw her, I realized that Clarke was gone. I tried to forget about it, but something would make me remember her. Almost everyone thought she was dead, including me.

Suddenly, the sound of drums came from the forest. "Guards, guns, at the ready!" I yelled.

I pulled out my own gun, and headed to the gate. The drums kept pounded, and I saw movement coming from the woods. My feet slowly moved towards the movement. Suddenly the drums stopped, and a figure appeared out of the trees. It was obviously a girl, but she had a mask over everything except her eyes. I looked her in the eye, and I muttered, "Clarke?" I started walking towards the figure, but before I got there, the drums started again, and four other figures came out of the jungle. They flanked out behind her, and she took her mask off. When she did, I saw that she wasn't Clarke, but a girl about the age of eighteen. Even though it wasn't Clarke, her eyes matched perfectly. Her hair was dark brown, like mine.

I held up my gun and asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"

Immediately, the four men behind her took out their weapons and pointed them at me. The girl put up her hand and said to them, "Dona shitaco!" When the men put away their weapons, the girl started walking towards me.

I kept my gun pointed at her. "Who are you, and what do you want?"

Instead of putting her hands up in surrender, she smirked and crossed her arms. "I am Bella," the girl's voice boomed. "I am here to find someone."

I kept my gun up. "Who?"

"I don't know yet," she answered.

Slowly, I moved my gun. "What do you mean?"

Bella moved closer. "I'm looking for my father, but my mother only gave me one clue."

I started to be intrigued. "What was the clue?"

"It wasn't really a clue. It was more of a story my mom used to tell me."

"Again, what was the clue?"

Bella smirked again. "The story was about a princess who loved a rebel king. It's kind of a weird story, but do you know who my father might be?"

My mouth hung open. "I'm pretty sure I am."