Rome in Love
Summary: Clarissa Morgenstern is the princess of Ancient Rome. Jace Herondale is the best of Rome's Gladiator fighters. What happens when the two cross paths?
Clarissa Morgenstern heaved a sigh, for what seemed to be the hundredth time today. She sat in the shade of the huge coliseum, watching as the gladiators fought against men, and lions. She did not understand how people could enjoy watching others be tortured this way. But as princess of Rome, it was her role to pretend that these events entertained her.
Yes, princess. Her father, Valentine, was the empire of Rome, and ruling the people here with him, was her mother, Jocelyn. Heir to the throne after her parents, was her brother, Sebastian. He was a year older than her, and she loved him dearly, but sometimes it could get frustrating. He was always seen as strong, and the more powerful one of the two, when really she felt that they were equal. Clarissa understood that her family only wanted what was best for her, to marry a handsome, wealthy young man who would treat her properly, but couldn't she have a little bit of freedom?
A loud horn broke Clarissa away from her thoughts. The crowed roared as the referee, though they hardly could be called that, held up the champion's hand. She and her family stood as well, and while her father looked pleased with the outcome, she wore a blank expression. Her father was a great man, but she just didn't understand him winner was of course young gladiator, Jonathon Herondale.
Of course it was. He was the best of the best in all of Rome, hell, most likely in all the world! It was no shock that he had won an effortless victory. She saw him smirk down in the arena, winking at a few girls in the crowed. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, what a player… shaking her head to clear it of her thoughts, she turned to her brother who was just finishing speaking to her.
"Sorry Seb, I didn't quite catch that. What were you saying?" she asked, smiling at him apologetically. He laughed at her, shaking his head in amusement.
"I said; you don't look like you're enjoying yourself dear sister. But I stand corrected. You were checking out Herondale boy weren't you?" He teased with a smirk on his face. She blushed a light scarlet color, glaring at her brother.
"I was not. I was thinking about what a gross man he is. That man whore." She muttered the last part under her breath, so as not to let her parents hear her language. But apparently luck was against her today, seeing as her mother turned to her giving her a hard look.
"Clarissa, what did we say about language? That is inappropriate language for a young princess." She nodded to her mother, though as soon as her mother turned her back on her, she mimicked her stern-ness. Beside her, Seb chuckled.
"You're truly hilarious sister." He said and smiled sheepishly when she glared at him. "What?" she rolled her eyes at him.
"I swear she's so annoying sometimes! Ugh!" she huffed, excusing herself from the coliseum. Her father looked at her questionably, but let her go none the less. She scurried down the hall, careful not to trip on her dress. Though she was so busy trying to get past the crowds as fast as possible, which was easy considering they made a path for her, and trying not to trip on her dress that she didn't notice the person in front of her until she ran into him.
There you go! My first fan fic! Please don't be too hard on me! I don't know much about ancient rome, so I apologize if any of this is incorrect! Review!
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