Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments. Props to Cassandra Clare for making such a beautiful series. We owe you our eternal feelings. Beware some of references are inspired by the many novels and tv series that I've read and watched. Feel free to quote it! This story are loosely based by Pixie Lott's Love you to death!
Prologue:
"The reason why Queen Victoria and Prince Albert's love story was infamous was not because Albert died at such a young age leaving the Queen behind but because Victoria plunged herself into misery until the moment she dies. Love cannot exist in our world, not for too long." Her mom's fingers stroking- caressing her face as she gazed at her with a sorrowful eyes.
"My lady, Her Royal Highness and His Royal Highness wanted to ask if you're going to join them for breakfast?" The servant snapped her off out of her reverie as she curtsy.
"Yes, I'll be down in a minute or so." Clary said with a smile.
It had been the routine for the past 8 weeks, Celine , her mother in law, would always send someone to see what she's doing or if she's in need of tea or cool refreshments. Her answer would always be called scarcely a reply. Her in laws doesn't seem to mind, they are somewhat more pleased and relieved that another day had passed without her not slashing her wrist, or maybe they just understood the pain she's going through.
Arranged marriage and one sided love are a utter recipe for a disaster and heartbreak.
The recollection of that certain memory was still vivid. It's like a nightmare that keeps haunting her reducing her to woke up at such unholy hour. Every night she would woke up in vigilance, she would instinctively touched the empty space next to her to felt the coldness deriving from the mattress signifying the lack of human heat. His usual spot was nothing but a cold vacancy.
Maybe she did deserved to be abandoned without any farewell, It was partly her fault after all for agreeing at this arrangement and walking down the aisle hoping that the man whose going to put a rock on her finger would love her back the way that she always does.
In the morning after she was met with the sympathetic glance of her now family and their servants. It was Jocelyn, her mother, who caressed her back as she coax him that he will come back, he always do but she know better, she know Jace since they were ten years old and at that thought made her sob even more louder, her eyes shed a bucket of tears that uncontrollably rolled down her face. It was all clear, he wasn't coming back.
Considering he is one of Britain's eligible bachelor and the apparent heir of British Commonwealth. He had the power to easily sway in any way he prefer. He partied with his mates, getting hammered and laid every chance he can get. His status flared thus earning him handful of names like wild child, notorious playboy and a whole lot more.
But like they always say as we grow old we get a little bit wiser. One day it finally dawned to him that he wanted no part in one night stand affairs anymore, that he wanted a real relationship, he truly craved a cuddle in the couch while watching chick-lit movie with his girl.
She jumped in surprised when he burst in her room without knocking. Thrusting a daily mail at her desk. She was speechless , she can't speak any coherent words as the headline rendered her stunned and mute.
Buckingham Palace announced the engagement of Jace Herondale, Prince of Wales and Clarissa Morgenstern, the youngest daughter of Duke of Northumberland.
"What the bloody hell was that Clary?" He demanded.
"I don't know, why don't you pay Daily Mail a visit since they are the one who published that bogus."
"They wouldn't published that if the Buckingham palace didn't give them this bullocks." Ripping the newspaper apart.
"Call off this engagement, tell the media. That's a utter bullshit."
"What drugs are you on? We are not engage, you didn't even get down on your knees. There's nothing to deny." They exchanged spiteful words, he was fuming in anger to the point that he loosed all of his wits.
"You're dead to me." He stormed off out of her chamber like a raging bull. And the tears she'd been controlling in their entire heated argument fell, the salt water glided down from her eyes. An insurmountable of pain was aching at the bottom of her chest.
A/N:
What do you all think of the prologue? This was originally a Sizzy fanfic but it ended up as a Clace one.