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Just finished rereading Clockwork Angel and was struck by a sentence that made the wheels in my head start clicking. Tessa is described as "taller then most boys."

Does that description ring a bell? I did for me, I instantly thought of Isabella Lightwood from Mortal Instruments. It was like a flashing light going off in my head! So naturally this came to me…Not one of my best but hey, this idea has been bugging me senseless!

Disclaimer: Own nothing but this bugging, little idea.

Tessa loved them both; Will and Jem. Her heart was breaking, cut straight down the middle, each boy having a piece. Will hadn't spoken to her since she had told him. Hadn't even looked at her! Jem-well Charlotte had told Tessa he had left for Beijing two mornings ago…

All the rivalry between them now didn't matter to her. She just wanted both of them near, she needed both of them near, for comfort and love. They both loved her, loved her properly. Well, Will had never told her but Jem always had…

Tessa stood in front the full length mirror, Sophie behind her as she fastened the corset of her white gown.

It was a beautiful dress. It would have taken Tessa's breath away. It was a strapless. The white corset hugged her chest and torso, fitting perfectly, the white skirt filling out in at least five separate layers and trailed out behind her like a white flowing river. The trail was tucked under her at the moment so Sophie could fit her dress properly.

Tessa stared at her pale reflection. As a child her brother would tease her for it, send her out into the garden saying sunlight would do the trick. But her skin never tanned, she remained snow light. Jem had once told her it was a sign, saying that she was meant to come to England; she belonged here because of it. Will had run his fingers along her arm whispering that he thought her skin was beautiful…

But Tess thought she just looked sickly pale, grey eyes staring like pins. Like some dead corpse.

Tessa turned on her heel so fast she startled Sophie who was just about to finish fastening her corset.

"Miss Tessa what-"

There was a moment of silence as the two girls stared at each other.

Suddenly Sophie gasped, "Oh Miss! Don't cry! Please don't Miss!"

Sophie threw her arms around Tessa who stared sobbing without warning. Tessa felt as sick as she looked. No, she felt worse. Why, why had she agreed to this? Her whole body felt numb whilst her insides felt everything. Like a sea storm raging only underwater.

"I-I can't-t d-do this," Tessa cried into Sophie's warm shoulder.

"Oh come now Miss," whispered Sophie rubbing her back before hesitantly saying, "Can't something be done?"

Recovering herself a little Tessa pulled away from Sophie sniffing, "No, or his father will get everything. Charlotte and Henry will loss the Institute and he'll go after Will," her voice lowered to a whisper, "The council is scared of me Sophie. They want to keep an eye on me. He's promised to treat me well but his father…" Tessa gave a heavy sigh, "His father is threatening to ruin Charlotte and Henry because they knew what I was and kept it a secret. He's promised to not tell another soul if I do this."

"What if," Sophie hesitated a little, "What if you married Mr. Herondale? The council could still keep an eye on you-"

"No," said Tessa shaking her head violently feeling the frustration boiling hot inside her, "That's already been suggested, but it's not good enough according to the council. Will, or even Jem, would be too much trouble to deal with. Because I'm entitled to run the New York Institute so is my husband-"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Tessa and Sophie and they their turned their eyes on the door as Jessamine popped her head through, her face shining bright, smile even more so. She was like the sunshine compared to Tessa's violent storm. It was as if she was the one getting married!

"Oh you're still not mopping about this are you?" she sighed closing the door behind her, "You should be laughing for joy Tessa! You don't know how lucky you are. Well, I'll admit their unagreeable most of the time, but marrying into one of the most respected Shadowhunter families! And you're not even a Shadowhunter!" Jessamine sighed heavily before studying her more, "Well hurry up Sophie, finish dressing her. And when she's done I'll fix you're hair Tessa. I'll make you look like a Queen! Anne Boleyn maybe? I've heard she was very beautiful!"

Yes, though Tessa as she turned back to the mirror. She did look like Anne Boleyn. On her way to her execution.

-0-0-

The music started, the notes tinging and tanging against each other, and raised high into the cathedral. Everyone rose from their seats in a wave movement looking back at her, the beautiful bride.

She, like hundreds of thousands of girls before her, had dreamt of this moment as a little girl. Her very own special day; hearing whispers in the rows of how beautiful she looked, seeing her loved ones dab their tears with silk handkerchiefs and smile at her, while she married the man who loved her with all his soul and heart. Everything looked beautiful Tessa would have noticed, if she cared. Fresh flowers spiralled up the pillars, the alter was gold and white, the floor was sprinkled with white petals and the seats laced with white silk twisted and tied elegantly at the ends of the rows. Jessamine had completely outdone herself. The blonde girl stood beaming on the alter, fresh white lilies in her hands, looking the perfect Maid of Honor.

Tessa kept her teeth clutched, her stomach felt somewhere near her toes and her dinner from the night before ready to come out of her mouth if she opened it. The ball in her chest rose up into her throat, chocking her windpipe. No! She snarled at herself. She'd told Sophie she would be strong, so she would. She wouldn't cry! She gripped Henry's hand like it was her lifeline and concentrated on putting on foot in front of the other.

Henry, for all his mistakes and misfortunes, looked down at her now and whispered out the corner of his mouth, "Tessa, this needn't to be done."

Tessa looked up at him, his frowned brow and sad expression. Yes, thought Tessa, she had defiantly come to her execution.

"It has to be done," Tessa whispered back.

After what felt like a lifetime they reach the alter and Henry had to pry Tessa's hand from his and hand it over to her husband-to-be, who smiled softly at Tessa. But she only glared at him as if he were a reincarnation of one of the Dark Sisters.

At that moment she swore to herself never would she love Gabriel Lightwood.

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