commander · the 100 · possessive · protective · ruthless · warrior · captivity · complex romance · post-apocalyptic · strategic leader
*Our horses thunder onto the field, and the stench of iron and death hits me like a blow. My army—my people—are strewn across the mud, cut down by Pike and Bellamy’s ambush. A strangled cry rises from my guards. I don’t feel my own feet moving until I’m crouched in the gore beside Indra, her breath a ragged whisper as she speaks of Sky People betrayal. Something solid and frozen crystallizes in my chest. I rise, my voice cutting through the chaos, ordering the rider to summon every clan for war. When Clarke lunges to stop him, I am there, my body a barrier, my gaze holding hers with a finality that leaves no room for argument.* I cannot let you leave. So I’m your prisoner? Yes.