Hello! Well, this is my first Mortal Instruments story in a very long time, so we'll see how this goes.

THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION IS IMPORTANT

This story is indeed a TMI fanfic, but is loosely based on A Song of Ice And Fire by George R. R. Martin (meaning that the start of the plot will be kind of similar to A Song of Ice And Fire, and the names of the places will be the same, ect...but the plot will drift a different way than that in ASoIaF. Don't worry.) You do not need to have read ASoIaF to read this fanfic!

Also, the characters will be realy OOC. Just a heads up.

Lastly, for those who read/watch Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire), Clary is going to be slightly (very very slightly...because I'm not giving them the same personalities...just sort of the same plot to begin with) based off Sansa Stark from A Song of Ice and Fire, and the Morgensterns are based off the Starks and the Lightwoods will be based off the Baratheons.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or A Song of Ice and Fire. Both works of fiction belong to their respective owners, Cassandra Clare and George R. R. Martin.

Okay. I think that's all I have to say.

Enjoy!


"I don't want to be his wife." Clarissa Morgenstern said quietly, tears running in rivulets down her pale face. "I wish to stay with you and father and Jonathan. Here, in Winterfell." She had been begging her mother for a fortnight to put an end to the engagement, but her mother would not sway.

"Clarissa," her lady mother snapped. "This is what is expected of a young, highborn lady such as yourself. You will go to the capital. You will go and marry the prince and give him heirs like you are supposed to." Clarissa squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to stop the endless flow of tears.

"I will not." She said sternly, opening her eyes once again. "Do you understand what you are forcing me to do? I've heard the tales about him. I've heard about what he did to the girls whom he was formerly betrothed to. I. Will. Not." Jocelyn Morgenstern looked about ready to hit her daughter.

"You know as well as I that those tales are folly made up by those who wish to see the Lightwoods off the throne. I will say this once more, Clarissa. You will go. That is final." Clarissa looked down at her hands in silent contempt. She sat down slowly onto her bed, and pulled the furs that rested on the stuffed mattress up to her chin like a scared little girl.

Sympathy flashed through Jocelyn's eyes and she seated herself next to her daughter, pulling the younger girl into her arms.

"Oh, my sweet child I'm sorry. I wish you could stay, I truly do, but this is what needs to be done." Clarissa leaned into her mother's embrace and rested her head on her shoulder. "I remember the day I wed your father," her mother began. "It was a bleak day. The sky was slate grey, the snow piled up so high that you couldn't see the castle doors." Jocelyn started to play with Clarissa's soft auburn curls as she retold the past. "The weather seemed to mirror my thoughts. I was so unhappy that day."

Clarissa looked up at Jocelyn in confusion.

"But you love father." Jocelyn looked down at Clarissa sternly.

"Let me finish. I was unhappy because he wasn't the one I was supposed to marry. Your uncle Lucian was. I had loved Lucian with all my heart. When he competed in tourneys, it was my favour he asked for, and he chose me as the queen of love and beauty. I was elated when my father told me I was to wed him.

"But in the end, all men must die, and Lucian Morgenstern's end came most grievously. The day before we were to be married." Clarissa looked up warily.

"What happened?" She asked.

"The king burned him alive." Jocelyn looked pale, and seemed in a daze, as if she was reliving the events in her mind.

"Why?" Clarissa asked curiously. Jocelyn snapped out of her daze and looked at Clarissa as if seeing her for the first time.

"That's enough about Lucian. This story is not about him." Jocelyn shook her head to clear her mind. "The day Lucian died, my father wasted no time to arrange another match for me. He chose his younger brother, Valentine. That was vinegar to the wound. His brother looked exactly like him and everytime I looked at Valentine I saw Lucian, the one whom I truly loved.

"We were wed the next day, just as was planned with Lucian and I. I hated Valentine. I hated looking at him. He was like the night; solemn and dismal and quiet, whereas Lucian was like the daytime; lively and adventerous and happy. So happy." Jocelyn had tears in her eyes that were threatening to escape. She blinked them back furiously. "I hated your father for two whole years. Well, I tried to hate him. It didn't prevail. I found your father to be an honourable man. Kind, caring, just. I learned to care for him despite what he represented, and slowly fell in love." She turned to Clarissa. "You will learn to love your husband. If not now, then later. But if he is all that you claim him to be, and you truly do hate him, I have no doubt that you will at least love his children." Clarissa sighed.

"Thank you, mother." She whispered quietly, looking down at her lap. Jocelyn kissed Clarissa on the temple, and walked towards the door. She turned back to Clarissa before she made her leave.

"I will send someone up to help you get ready." And with that, Jocelyn Morgenstern turned and walked down the stony hall, torchlight shining off her auburn hair.


Her handmaiden Seelie helped her to bathe and get dressed.

"Your lady mother has already chosen a dress for the royal visit, m'lady." Seelie said timidly, ever the shy maid. Clarissa had already known her mother would do as such.

"Of course. I have to look my very best for the prince." She replied, words laced with venom.

Seelie helped her into the dress, then laced up the back tightly.

"What do you think, Seelie?" The dress was one of her favourites. It was a deep purple, but from a distance it looked almost blue. Two golden clasps decorated the front, and in the middle of each clasp lay a purple gemsone as big as an earlobe. Deep purple silk rimmed the edges of the dress, and an intricate pattern lay across the soft fabric of the long sleeves, bodice and skirt. (A/N For those who wish to see the dress I'll have a link up in my profile)

"You look a real princess, m'lady." Seelie said dutifully. Clarissa looked over at her.

"I'm not a princess yet." She responded. Seelie's eyes widened.

"I hope I've given no offense, m'lady." Seelie looked to the ground shyly. Clarissa smiled.

"You could never give offense, Seelie." Clarissa felt sorry for the girl. She was so shy she could barely let out a sentence, save for when it was expected of her. "Come and do my hair."

As Seelie brushed and braided Clarissa's hair, Clarissa looked out the window at the yard below. The snow was falling heavily, as it had been doing for months, and a thick mist had settled over the castle. All of Winterfell seemed to be in the yard, no doubt awaiting the king's arrival. It seemed to Clarissa that the description of her mother's wedding day seemed oddly alike to today.

When Seelie was done her handiwork, Clarissa sent her away.

"You may leave me now." Seelie scurried out of the room. Clarissa needed time alone to think about what was to come. She knew she was being foolish, that she should be happy she was being wed to the prince. She knew it was her duty to her family to marry, but for some strange reason she couldn't come to terms with her situation. What if the stories are true?

She looked back out the window and, alarmingly, saw knights and banners in the distance that were heading towards Winterfell.

The Lightwood banners.

She ran out of her room, garbing herself in her cloak on the way out. The air was chill outside and she didn't wish to catch a cold.

Outside, she found her family already lined up to await the king's arrival. Her father, Lord Valentine, looked at her angrily.

"Hurry, Clarissa, you best not be late." She ran over towards her brother, pushing slightly to make room for herself.

"Tsk, tsk, Clarissa," Jonathan chided with a grin. "What would the mighty king have thought if you were late?" She elbowed him in the side in response.

Knights in silver mail reigned up on their horses as they reached the Morgensterns. Banners waved in the wind on the tall poles the knights carried. Red flames on a black background. The Lightwood's banners, and soon to be hers as well.

If truth be told, she had never actually met her husband-to-be, and she was extremely nervous. A violent shiver ran down her body, and Jonathan took notice.

"It will be alright, Clary." She gave him a soft smile, and added the way only Jonathan called her Clary to the many things that she would miss when she left for the capital.

"Thank you."

The king rode up on his destrier, and the Morgensterns bowed in his presence, the rest of Winterfell following suit. Behind him rode his two sons, and Clary looked up quickly to try to catch a quick glimpse at her betrothed, but to no avail.

The king got off his horse and strode over to Lord Valentine, signalling with his hand for him to stand up. Valentine stood, and Winterfell followed.

"Your Grace." Valentine said. The king looked at him for a minute before pulling him into a hug.

"It's been years. Where the hell have you been?" King Robert asked, laughing. Valentine smiled.

"Guarding Winterfell for Your Grace." King Robert laughed again, and moved to pull Jocelyn into a hug.

The king slowly moved down the line to Jonathan, who stood beside Valentine.

"Jonathan, is it?" Jonathan nodded, and the king nodded and moved on to Clarissa.

"You must be Clarissa." King Robert said, looking Clarissa up and down.

"Yes, Your Grace." She curtsied, and King Robert smiled. "Pretty young thing, she'll be perfect." He said, looking over at Valentine. Clary felt as if she were being sold.

The king moved, allowing Clary to look behind him to Queen Maryse, who was stepping down from the litter which held her and her daughter, Princess Isabelle. Clarissa was surprised at how similar the queen and her daughter looked. Both were very beautiful, with thick, shiny black hair and sharp facial features. The only difference between them were their eyes. Where the queen's eyes were blue, Isabelle's were like charcoal.

Queen Maryse stepped in front of Lord Valentine, and allowed him to kiss her hand.

"My queen." He murmered.

"My queen." Jocelyn repeated, curtsying. The queen smiled and turned away to look upon Jonathan and Clarissa's faces. Her eyes lingered on Clary, yet she never said a word. The princess smiled at Clary, and mumbled a smalled hello. She seemed like she wanted to speak with her, yet looked to her mother and decided better of it.

Clary looked past them to the three boys mounted on horses. Her eyes skimmed over the youngest, Max Lightwood, a boy of nine. She was marrying the heir to the throne, and the heir was always the eldest. Surely she would not be marrying him. She then look over to the boy beside him. Alec Lightwood. He had hair just like the princess's, as black as ink, and had icy blue eyes like his mother. Clarissa thought him to be quite handsome.

The last boy made her mouth open slightly. He was completely golden. His skin was golden brown from being in the heat in the south everyday, and his hair shone a golden hue, even though the sun wasn't out. The most surprising were his eyes. They looked like two huge pits of molten gold, and they seemed to swallow Clary up as he looked at her. She had heard of Jace Lightwood before. Everyone talked of the golden boy, and how he shone gold from head to toe, but Clary hadn't believed them until now. She secretly hoped that that was who she was to marry.

"I suppose you wish to meet your husband." King Robert said. Clarissa tore her eyes away from Jace. He seemed like he was waiting for her to respond, so she nodded slightly. King Robert motioned with his finger at one of the three boys, and Clary made a silent prayer in her head.

Obviously the gods were out to spite her.

It wasn't Jace Lightwood who stepped forward, but his brother Alec.

"Lady Clarissa, meet your betrothed."

WAIT WAIT BEFORE YOU STOP READING. THE FOLLOWING AUTHOR'S NOTE IS IMPORTANT YET AGAIN!

First of all, don't turn this story down yet. There WILL be Clace in the future (For those who life Clace)...don't think that this is a fic about Alec and Clary. I just don't like to have Clace right away...you know? Oh, and there will be Malec in the future too! But not for a while...

Second, sorry if this was boring and/or bad. In this chapter I just kind of wanted to give you some insight on the Morgensterns and show you their personalities (because it is so OOC it isn't even funny.) The following chapter will be more interesting.

Lastly, I know that Lucian and Valentine aren't brothers and they don't actually look like each other. I did it for the sake of the story.


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