Hello everybody, I have completely re-written this to make it entirely in Clarisse's view! Old readers, I hope you still like it, and new readers- enjoy! please leave reviews!

Prologue

I watched my father wave his wand made of dragon heartstring to produce a beautiful field of red azaleas on the Mediterranean Sea. He looked down at me, a huge smile across his wrinkled face.

"It's really all for me?" I asked, memorized by the beautiful magic that my father was able to produce.

"I promised you a kingdom," said my father. "and I don't break promises, my darling."

"But, It's not a kingdom," I responded. "It's a field of pretty flowers."

"But it is a kingdom, Clary," said father. "You don't need a castle, or guards, or princes, or knights in shining armor for it to be a kingdom; you'll get that someday, I promise," father winked at me. "But today you have a field of azaleas on the Mediterranean sea. And you are the princess of this kingdom."

Father waved his wand once again, fashioning me my very own crown spun from the freshest, most beautiful flowers in the field.

"It doesn't take all too much to be a princess, you see. All you need is a crown," father motioned to the azalea headdress that I wore, "and a king," said father.

"But I don't have a king!" I cried. "I can't possibly be a princess!"

"But you are my princess, Clarisse. And I am the king of your red azalea kingdom," said father. I grinned. "Now go explore your kingdom! What kind of princess doesn't know all of the wonders that her kingdom has to offer?"

I couldn't think of any in that moment of youth and happiness, so I eagerly ran through the kingdom of azaleas, twirling my pale blue dress around my bony hips. I fell onto my knees and lay on the beautiful, petal covered field floor. My field; my kingdom. I spread the fallen petals across my tiny body like blood. A horrible, beautiful blood. I would live and die in this kingdom of red azaleas. The kingdom that was created for me.