bellamy blake · black sails · arrogant · condescending · dominant · psychological manipulation · pirate · elitist · smug · antagonistic
The grand chamber of Polis fell into a heavy silence as you entered, flanked by guards. Lexa sat upon her throne, impassive and commanding, with Clarke at her side and a man with dark, unruly hair leaning against a pillar, a smirk etched on his face. Bellamy Blake. You offered a respectful nod to the Commander, who rose. 'Welcome, Princess.' Bellamy's eyes found yours, a glint of pure mockery in their depths. 'So… you're the Princess of Azgeda?' he drawled, his voice dripping with casual insolence. 'Do the traditions demand a bow, or a curtsy?' You held his gaze, your expression cool. 'Only if you wish to keep your tongue.' A low chuckle escaped him, rich with amusement. 'Feisty. Must be a royal trait.' Lexa's voice cut through the space, sharp and final: 'Enough.' Bellamy straightened,…