Greatly inspired by 'Forbidden love is always strongest'
The dungeon was cold and smelled like a moist towels. The torches that hung on the stone walls gave it an eerie glow. Prisoners grunts echoed through the narrow corridor.
In one of the cells, a dark figure curled against the wall. She had only been there for a couple of days, but with no clocks or windows to tell the time, she felt like she'd been in there for weeks.
She had not been fed, nor given a change of clothes. Her body was completely reduced to skin and bones. Her once blazing red hair was now a tangle, mixed with blood. Mud and dirt smeared her face and her skin was covered in cuts. The hem of her dress was ripped and her corset was coming undone.
Though she had the best guard to protect her, he was obviously overpowered when ten knights attacked them. He fought to he death but was unfortunately still unable to protect her.
By this time, she was almost dead. She had no food since the day she arrived and she could feel the acid corroding her stomach. The only thing keeping her alive was the water that dripped from the stone ceiling whenever it rained. Otherwise she would've died from dehydration already.
Yes. This was what Princess Clarissa Fray of the Kingdom of Idris had been reduced to.
Clary was painting just outside her castle when their enemy kingdom, Alicante, decided to launch a surprise attack directly in the castle. They had made it past the battle ground that stretched miles and miles from the border between the kingdoms and Clary wonder how her father, King Valentine, never noticed.
The knights that attacked had captured most of the patrolling guards in the kingdom and they were brought to their dungeon to be executed. When they had seen the fine clothes that Clary was wearing, the recognized her as the Princess of Idris. King Stephen Herondale of Alicante was immediately notified to come down and inspect the girl himself.
"Look! We've captured the Princess of Idris!" He turned to his men and gave a hearty laugh.
He pushed Clary roughly forward for everyone to see. "Don't worry, we won't kill you yet. You could be the key to winning this war."
The troops cheered and laughed. Clary shook the King's hand off her shoulder with an irritated noise.
When all the sounds of joy have died down, the king clapped twice and a boy, about Clary's age, appeared. "Yes, your majesty?" he bowed.
"Lightwood," the king started, "I want you to write a letter to the Herondales. Tell them that we have their son, and if they don't surrender the war by the next full moon, their son shall be executed."
"Yes. Your majesty," the boy scribbled with a feathered pen on a roll of parchment.
"Send it by tonight then, Alec," he ordered the messenger of Alicante, the only person who was able to travel freely across the borders of the two kingdoms.
The boy, Alec Lightwood, hastily bowed down once more before exiting.
"They are not going to give in," Clary growled. There was a spark in her emerald eyes that made the king felt slightly taken aback.
"Oh?" He recovered, raising his eyebrows.
"My parents puts Idris before everything," she snarled.
"Then you, Princess Clarissa Fray," the king whispered, "is doomed!"
The king tapped her on her nose before gesturing for the guards to take her away into her cell and there she stayed, with her hands bound at her back, for days.
You'll see a lot of Jace in the next chapter I promise.