My Dark Prince

*Clary meets a dark prince named Jonathan in a grand Masquerade ball.

She was in a giant room made of glass and that shined beautifully as the sun set. The hall was decorated in beautiful white flowers that glowed blue with witchlight. People dressed in fashion littered the hall dancing, eating, and talking. Women were dressed in beautiful elegant dresses and men in handsome suites. Everyone wore masks and the hall felt like a ball pulled out of the old world.

Clarissa entered the hall wearing a beautiful peach dress. It was strapless with layered crystal bodice and a sweetheart neckline. The peach chiffon bottom flew away from her small body barely touching the floor. It was a breath taking ball gown so much so that everyone stopped to stare at her as she entered the room. The jeweled berets sparkled in her red hair. Her hair had been curled and pinned back. She stepped into the room nervously looking at the many heads that had turned to face her.

She continued to walk nervously through the crowd of masked guests wishing that she herself had a mask. It was then a young man stepped forward and softly took her hand bringing it to his lips. Clarissa blushed lightly. It was clear even through the mask that the young man was handsome. His platinum blonde hair and dark eyes lured her in.

"Will you please dance with me?" he asked kissing her hand once more.

Clary didn't trust herself to speak and just nodded in reply. She let him lead her to the dance floor where he skillfully moved his free hand to her waist. She had never really been good at dancing but with him she felt as if she was gliding across the floor. Many of the masked guests continued looking at the young pair speculatively.

"You look beautiful tonight." He whispered into her ear.

Clary felt her cheeks warm as she tilted her head to the side trying to hide her blush. The young man wasn't fooled and smiled.

"Thank you." She replied.

The young man spun her around before pulling her gently against his chest once more.

"It is not often that I am met with a beautiful creature such as yourself. Pray tell me what your name is?"

"My name is Clarissa and yours?" she asked breathlessly.

"My name is Jonathan." He whispered lightly into her ear. "But you must not tell anyone. I am in disguise and my father would be quite upset to learn I blew my cover."

"How fitting it is that you choose a masquerade ball to attend then." She teased. "Your secret is safe with me."

He chuckled in response. The music finished signaling the end of the dance but Jonathan still held her hand firmly. She smiled weakly and allowed him to lead her off of the floor. The guests paid her little attention this time. The handsome man led her out to the balcony. She could feel the fresh air chill her skin. It was a relief from the warm overcrowded room.

"I thought you would like some fresh air Clarissa. That and I thought we could talk more easily out here where no one can hear us." He said brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

She looked up into his dark eyes. She could feel butterflies in her stomach as she slowly leaned forward. She longed to gaze upon the young man's face. Without thinking it through she lifted her hands to softly brush his face. Jonathan smiled at her and closed his eyes allowing her to remove his mask. She looked at his face in awe. He had a defined jaw, pale white skin, and high cheek bones. He had beautiful dark eyes as black as the ocean at night and long eye lashes. He was practically perfection. He met her gaze allowing her a moment to look at him before leaning down. In one swift motion he pressed his lips against her softly. It was a light kiss that set her heart on fire. When Jonathan pulled away he placed his hand under her chin; tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

"Tell me about yourself Clarissa." He commanded.

They stayed outside for what seemed like hours talking of places, art, music and books. Jonathan seemed to be very well read and even knew multiple languages. He told her that he had traveled a lot when he was younger with his father. She could have stayed out on the balcony talking with him forever but things had to end.

"I am afraid I must leave you now darling." He said regretfully.

"Must you go?" she begged.

Jonathan looked down and smiled at her. Clary could feel the butterflies in her stomach as he leaned his face down to hers. In response she closed her eyes and felt his warm lips meet hers. The kiss was soft and entrancing. She could tell that Jonathan was struggling between needing to leave and staying with her. A loud bell rang from the tower signaling the time.

Jonathan pulled away placing his mask back on. He caressed her face as his eyes met hers once more.

"I will come for you, shortly. I promise." He whispered.

Clary nodded and watched her dark prince turn and leave. After a few minutes she headed back into the ballroom. People were laughing and talking but Clary was in no mood to mingle. She knew no one and a part of her wondered if Jonathan had really left so she preoccupied herself with looking for him. After thirty minutes she decided to rest and took a glass of champagne. After finishing the glass she looked up to hand it to a waiter when she saw him. Clary tilted her head to get a better look.

After much inspection she concluded that it was not her prince. The other young man had blonde curly hair with a strikingly similar build. He was surrounded by women who were giggling biding for his affection. Clary looked up at him again. This time she accidently met his golden eyes. He smiled at her and she couldn't help but blush at being caught. After a moment he excused himself from the group of ladies and came closer to her. The calmness that she had felt previously vanished as the young man extended his arm in a gesture asking her to dance. Clary looked around nervously for the dark eyed prince but true to his word he was gone.

Clary took the golden boys hand and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. The boy bowed his head politely before placing his free hand against her side. Something the last dark eyed boy failed to do. This boy danced even better than Jonathan making Clary blush once more at her incompetence. His touch was light and begged permission before moving forward. Jonathan didn't ask permission but rather took possession of her.

She felt guilty but reminded herself that this was just a dance. Surely if she really meant something to Jonathan he would have stayed right?

They danced flowing cross the floor as each dance led into the next one. The boy was telling her that the room they were dancing in was called the Gard. He also told her funny stories about some of the masked guests that were off gossiping sneaking glances at her and her dance partner.

"You still haven't told me your name." Clary giggled.

"My friends call me Jace." He replied back.

"Am I allowed to call you Jace? Does that mean that you consider me your friend?" she teased.

Jace looked at her seriously for a moment.

"Yes, I do." He whispered.

Clary looked at him surprised. The light happy conversation they had quickly turned into something serious.

"Jace. Is something wrong?" she asked.

"May I give you some advice? As a friend?" he asked.

"Of course"

Jace pulled her body closer and pressed his lips to her ear. The contact made her blush but for some reason it felt…right.

"Don't trust Jonathan Clarissa. He will hurt you." Jace said sternly.

Clary jumped and looked up into his eyes confused. Was this a joke? Was Jace jealous? He couldn't be serious. Then she looked into his golden eyes. Yes, he was serious.

Deathly serious.

*************************************** Authors Note **************************************

A short story combining Clary's dream, the dark prince she knew Jonathan as before meeting him, and the ballroom scene from Labyrinth. It was something swarming in my head for awhile. I hope you guys liked it.

I was trying to use this dream as a premonition. Jonathan coming to her in a disguise and promising to come back for her soon. Jace warning her to stay away and the people in the hall showing those against her that can't be trusted.

Again hope you liked it. I might add to it if you guys like it if not I'll leave it as a one shot.