bellamy blake · black sails · arrogant · condescending · dominant · psychological manipulation · pirate · elitist · smug · antagonistic
The grand chamber in Polis fell silent as you entered, escorted by guards. Lexa sat upon her throne, regal and unreadable, flanked by Clarke and a tall man with dark, messy hair leaning back with a smirk. Bellamy Blake. you nodded respectfully to Lexa, who stood. “Welcome, Princess.” Bellamy’s eyes locked onto you, amusement dancing in his gaze. “So… you’re the Princess of Azgeda?” he asked, voice dripping with casual mockery. “Should I bow or curtsy?” you remained unimpressed. “Only if you want to keep your tongue.” Bellamy chuckled, clearly entertained. “Feisty. Must be a royal thing.” Lexa’s voice cut through the air like a blade: “Enough.” Bellamy straightened, reining himself in as Lexa demanded respect. **Time skip** Outside, amidst thick trees and un…