Hey, guys! So I had this super strong urge to write something fantasy-ish, but I suck at coming up with my own characters so I decided to just write a fanfiction. Basically, there're kingdoms (Nephilim, Humans, Warlocks, etc.) and monarchies.
And all that good stuff, like corsets, carriages, and coronations :)
Nothing explicit, but there are some references, as well as swearing and violence.
I DON'T OWN THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS!
Jonathan Christopher Wayland was not necessarily someone you would want ruling your kingdom, but he was the only eligible man who fit the criteria. He was the only son of the late Inquisitor Michael Wayland, and though he was a womanizer, manwhore, bastard, and rather stubborn, the ancient laws of the Covenant clearly state:
Only a direct descendant of a previous ruler may inherit the throne.
Of course, Jace was not all bad. With his golden hair and golden eyes, and of course his love for beautiful women, it would be a piece of cake for him to visit other kingdoms and root out secrets by way of building a 'relationship' with the resident princess.
And he was, the Council had to admit, an amazingly talented warrior. Not to mention his outstanding Institute grades and talent with runes.
Jace's coronation was a grand affair, to match a grand man. His black gear was hidden by his crimson robe, and the rows of seating in the Accords Hall were full to the brim with the Nephilim of Idris. Nobody in their right mind missed anything Jace was involved in. Brother Jeremiah and Sister Magdalena were stationed on the dais, and Consul Penhallow stood between them. The entire event went off without a hitch.
As the youngest Inquisitor in history, of course Jace wanted to start with a bang, meaning getting drunk off his arse and maybe bringing a girl home.
His friends all suggested Pandemonium, a new club in the mundane kingdom. Mundanes were beings with no magical or special abilities at all. Nephilim and other beings, such as warlocks or vampires, loved to taunt the mundanes, but it was kept civilized, for the Accords prevented any sort of violence towards mundanes. Mundanes were also the only race that kept a normal monarchy as their government, with the Morgenstern family ruling at the moment.
Jace and his friends reached the club fairly quickly, considering that all they had to do was apply some strong speed runes. They were hyped and ready for some action, save for one. Jace's parabatai, Alec Lightwood, hated clubs. He hated sex, clubs, romance, PDA, and anything that had to with getting intimate.
On the other hand, Alec's sister loved getting intimate. Izzy and Jace were the most sexually active, but in different ways. Whereas Jace just wanted sex, Izzy never went out and just did it with a stranger. She worked to cultivate relationships with her boyfriends, but it never seemed to work out. They were always caught cheating or they just wanted her for her looks. Of course, every time it happened, Izzy's heart cracked a bit, but she never showed it.
The Nephilim stumbled into the club and dispersed. Jace was going to head for the bar, but he caught a flicker of movement. Of course, there was movement everywhere, but this sort of movement was… different. Stealthy, graceful… demonlike.
He grabbed Alec's arm and motioned to the demon. Alec did the same to Izzy. Izzy's mouth spread into a grin. Jace's followed. The only action better than bed action, was demon action. Nephilim lived for demon-killing. They trained from birth for it. They never left home without a weapon, never let without a stele.
Izzy's electrum whip uncoiled from her wrist, snaking through her fingers. Alec's seraph blade was already out and glowing, as was Jace's. They split, going for the demon in different directions. Other Nephilim caught sight of the fight and stopped to watch. Mundanes screamed at the Shadowhunters and pressed against the walls as they circled the sole demon.
Alec kicked it in the chest, sending it backwards, only to be cracked by Izzy's whip, which then circled the demon's body like a snake, squeezing tighter and tighter as Jace twirled his blade and sank it deep in its throat, beheading it. As it dissolved, a very angry girl marched up to them. She wore a short dress that ended just below her knees, showing off more skin than appropriate. Her tight green corset accentuated her flaming red hair, and her blazing green eyes bored into Jace's.
"Out, now please," she said, and pointed at the doors. Jace chuckled.
"You're welcome," he teased.
She rolled her eyes. "Oh my gosh, thank you so fucking much, o holy Nephilim, our saviors! You killed another demon, one of the only races that doesn't terrorize us." She flipped her hair and gave him a pointed look. "Is that good enough for you?"
Some people snickered.
"Hmm… not quite," he breathed, stepping closer and realizing how short she was. "Maybe you could make up for it… tonight." He whispered the last part in her ear, hoping to get a rise out of her.
His plan backfired. "Don't you get enough of that?" she whispered back, sending slight shivers down Jace's spine.
"Wait," Alec said, stepping forward. "What did you mean, demons don't terrorize you?"
"Obviously, someone needs to keep up with politics more," she rolled her eyes again.
"The Inquisitor's dead. We just got a new one today."
"Yes, yes, Jonathan Wayland," she waved it away. "I keep up with the news. Our kingdom and Edom signed a peace treaty."
The Nephilim went still, their minds reeling. "What?" Jace asked, gripping his seraph blade tighter.
"In exchange for resources we can provide, they are protecting us from the likes of you," she said, annoyed.
"The likes of us?" Jace quoted.
"Yeah. Cold-blooded killers."
"As opposed to peace loving killers?" Jace smirked.
"As opposed to someone who doesn't kill people."
Jace bristled. He was arguing with a mundane. Did she know who she was talking to?
"We don't kill people. We kill demons."
"Like there's any difference to you," she scoffed.
"Careful," he snarled, bringing her into a headlock and holding the blade against her throat.
She only laughed. "The Accords prevent you from harming me."
"Do you know who you're talking to?" he hissed.
"An asshole."
"Jonathan Christopher Wayland," he breathed. "Inquisitor of Idris."
"Hm," she said sweetly. "I wonder what your dear Clave would say if they saw you breaking the Accords."
"I haven't harmed you yet."
"But the Accords also state, 'No member of the royal line of the human race will be put intentionally in harm's way.'"
She was of royal blood? Jace released her.
"Clare?" A brown-haired guy with glasses who looked sort of like a rat came up and looked the group over, his face hardening. "What are you doing here?" He glared at the Nephilim.
Clare… as in Clarissa? Princess Clarissa? Jace had met her mother, Queen Jocelyn, when accompanying his father on business. Valentine Morgenstern, the late king, had died in battle.
"I'm trying to get them to leave," Clarissa sighed. "But you know how it is with them." She shot the Shadowhunters a venomous look.
"Obviously we're not wanted," Alec said hurriedly. "Let's go."
One Year Later
Jace threw his luggage into the carriage and mounted his horse, Balios. The other members of the riding party arrived soon after. Brother Zachariah rode in the carriage, along with his horrid cat, Church. Sister Cleophas joined him soon after, and then Jace's personal guests, Alec and Izzy came.
The leaders of all the kingdoms were going to the mundanes' castle, for two reasons. The first was that the mundane prince, Jonathan Christopher, had come of age and was to be crowned king, and the other was for the annual Accords meeting.
The Nephilim political party set off at a fast pace, wanting to reach the castle before nightfall, which they did.
Stable boys unhitched their horses and servants took their bags. They were shown to their rooms before the feast. The mundane castle was sort of… drab. Stereotypical and boring. Jace was bored out of his mind while he waited for dinner.
When dinner did come, it was worth it. The faerie princess was beyond hot. He made sure to sit right across from her. There were two tables; one for the leaders and two of their guests; and on for the lesser nobles. Jace took Alec and Izzy with him, of course, despite the protesting of Consul Penhallow.
Jace took a moment to assess his fellow leaders. Of course, they were all much older than him, especially the vampire, warlock, and faerie leaders, since they were immortal. The vampire countess, Camille Belcourt, was finely dressed, more sultry than business. Her guests, Raphael Santiago and one of her subjugates, were not seated; instead they stood behind Camille obediently.
The Seelie Queen seemed very suspicious. She talked to none but her guests, the knight Meliorn and her daughter Kaelie.
Magnus Bane, High Warlock, had brought three guests (plus a cat), despite the rules. Catarina Loss, Ragnor Fell, and the half warlock, half Shadowhunter Tessa Gray, whom Jace had met on occasion. Magnus seemed a bit fascinated with Alec, but Alec was doing his best to ignore the warlock's pestering questions.
The werewolves didn't really have a monarchy. They had leaders of the pack. Luke Garroway was the current leader. Jace had known him before he had been turned, when he was known as Lucian Graymark.
Praetor Lupus was there too. They were another werewolf clan.
There were three demons at the table. Jace didn't care to learn their names. Every Shadowhunter in the room sat rigid and tense, watching them.
And of course, the mundanes. Queen Jocelyn, and the prince himself, Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern. The princess stumbled in late, and then Jace remembered that they had met before… once.
Clarissa Adele Morgenstern, the heralds announced her as.
Her dress was nothing like the one at the club. This one was of proper length. It was deep purple with gold trim on the tight corset and the sleeves. The skirts sprouted from her waist and fell in a smooth bell shape. Her hair was pulled into a bun, and a gold tiara sat on her head.
She looked amazing, though he wouldn't say that out loud. She wasn't hot, or sexy. She was just beautiful. It seemed no one else noticed… except for her brother. He stared at her with a hunger, and Jace could have sworn Jonathan was staring at her chest. He shrugged it off.
Jace caught Clarissa's eye and smirked. She rolled her eyes, and his smirk grew. To his satisfaction, her cheeks colored slightly, and he winked.
Meanwhile, that Magnus guy was still harassing Alec, and there was a perfectly sexy, single (as far as he knew) woman in front of him. He focused his charms on Princess Kaelie, which didn't seem to bother her at all, judging from the rate at which she was batting her eyelashes. Definitely single.
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