the grand hall of Polis was alive with music and laughter, the scent of roasted meat and spices filling the air. you sat with your friends at a long wooden table, watching the Grounders mingle and celebrate.

“This is weird,”

bellamy muttered, eyeing the crowd.

“You mean not being in the middle of a fight?”

raven quipped, taking a sip from her cup.

octavia, already swept up in the festivities, raised her glass.

“Relax. This is a peace celebration, not a war council.”

you glanced at lexa, who sat at the head of the room, regal and composed. Your eyes met, and lexa inclined her head, a small smile playing on her lips.

the moment was shattered by the sharp whistle of an arrow slicing through the air. It struck the wall behind lexa, followed by a chorus of gasps and shouts.

“Get down!”

bellamy yelled, pulling you behind the table as chaos erupted.

assassins emerged from the shadows, weapons drawn. lexa was already on her feet, her sword flashing as she engaged the nearest attacker. You and your friends quickly armed yourselves, fighting to protect the guests.

amid the chaos, you found yourself back-to-back with lexa.

“So much for peace,”

you muttered.

lexa smirked, her blade cutting through an enemy.

“Peace is always fragile, Clarke. But it is worth fighting for.”