A/N:
So here I am, once again with another installment of this story. I had questioned myself for awhile if I should continue writing this story, but then I remembered how much readers had enjoyed it. So today, I sat down and wrote this chapter. I hope you enjoy!
~Elizabeth Rosewood
Shadowhunter
The last brush stroke hit the canvas in a rhythmic motion. I sighed in relief as I sat up from the pose it had been forced into for the past three hours. Sebastian grabbed my shoulders before I could go anywhere, making my muscles tense.
"Just as a precaution, Clarissa, I have decided to have you formally crowned at a coronation. I think that it will make those uncertain of your loyalty to me completely aware of your dedication. It will be a grand celebration." My brother said his voice steady. I could already picture the party.
I could see all of Sebastian's followers dressed in tuxes and ball gowns, waltzing to music provided by the Fair Folk. Celebrating the arrival of a new monarch with an extravagant party. Champagne would flow and a grand feast would be eaten. And I would sit at the head of the table with a crown hammered in evil placed on my head. Sebastian would be laughing with his comrades about the success of Edom. There would be red everywhere, and evil would reside in every attendant. It was going to be horrid.
"Great. Now I have to act like a pretty little princess in front of a whole ballroom of people. Do I get a unicorn to ride in on to add to the affect? I mean, that's how all the coronations in fairytales go, right? I have to have a unicorn." I spat sarcastically, and I felt his finger nails dig uncomfortably into my shoulder blades. I had made him angry by just one comment. Score one for me.
"I have been very patient with you, sister. As I have said many times before, you friends and families ability to live is on the line. I can easily kill them off one by one. We could start with that warlock, what's his name? Oh yes, Magnus Bane. Isn't he the oldest Lightwoods significant other? I would hate to tear them apart. But it's up to you, Clarissa. You can cooperate, or you can suffer the death of a friend. Your choice!" He whispered in my ear, and I shivered. Alec would never forgive me if anything happened to Magnus. I would never forgive myself.
"Fine, I'll go. But know this, my so called brother. I will never allow you to hurt my friends and certainly not Jace or my mother. You can spoil me with fancy parties and lavish clothes, but I will never stand next to you in my heart. I am not a Morganstern. I never will be." I raged, and ripped away from his grip. I stormed out of the room and stomped straight to my room. Bashing my way through the hall of Endarkend guards, I made it to the heavy wooden door of my room. Pulling it open, I stepped inside.
Serena was nowhere to be seen, so I just began undressing and undoing everything myself. Undoing the corset laces of my dress, I shimmed it down my body until it was in a heap on the stone floor. I removed the tiara from my head, and threw it on the velvet coverlet of my bed. The pins in my hair fell out of the bun they had been put in, letting my curls tumble heavily down my back. Opening the wardrobe, I searched for a pair of practice gear leggings and a practice gear jacket. I found a single pair tucked into a corner, neatly folded. I put on the leather leggings, the fabric stretching to cover my skin.
After tugging the leggings up to my waist, I closed the doors of the wardrobe. Gear jacket in hand, a found a gray practice shirt in my closet, along with a pair of sturdy leather combat boots. The only bad thing about the practice gear I had found was that it was scarlet red, like the color of that the Endarkend wore. I put my arms through the t-shirt, and then put on the padded jacket. Lacing up my boots, I exited the room, slamming the door behind me.
I had no livid idea where the practice or weapons room where, so I just explored. Turning a corner, I wandered my way through the stone halls. I passed each door, hoping not to run into anyone that would tell Sebastian of my whereabouts. He would be pissed to know that I was training behind his back, because he thought it improper of a girl to have any power. Damn him.
I creped quietly down another hall for awhile before I shot straight up. I could her Sebastian's voice coming from at least ten feet down the hall. He was speaking to someone about me, because I could hear the anger in his voice. I stayed plastered against the wall, leaning only slightly to hear what he was ranting about.
"Derrick, I don't know what to do about her. I give her a choice to be a queen, to have everything that everyone dreams of. Wealth, happiness, family, and she just pushes me away. It's because she was brainwashed by that filth of a person she calls a mother, and because the influence that Jace has had on her from being her lover. She carries the Morganstern blood, and is of a legacy that must be upheld. That is why I have chosen you to be her betrothed. You come from a honorable family lineage, and you will be able to keep Clarissa in line." He confided in someone, but I was still in shock by the word he had just spoken.
Did he just say the word betrothed? Before I even thought of what I should do, I stepped straight into the path of my brother and his accompaniment. Sebastian's eyes were wide when he saw me, quite in shock of my sudden appearance. But I beat him to the first word.
"Please tell me I was hallucinating when I heard you say that I was so called 'betrothed' to someone. Or am I going insane? Just tell me." I said, glaring at my brother. I didn't even look at the so called Derrick person. I just stood there staring daggers at Sebastian.
"Clarissa Adele Morganstern, I think that our mother would have taught you better than to interrupt a conversation. Do you have apology to make?" Sebastian said, scolding me like I was a naughty kindergartner. I just kept glaring at him until I spat a response in his face.
"I thought you thought that she was filth." I scoffed, and turned on my heel. At first I just walked quickly away, but then my anger broke loose. My feet pounded the floor as I ran to my bedroom, knowing there that I would at least be safe in my own little haven.
It only took under five minutes before I was back at my bedroom door, huffing and puffing from my dramatic exit. I caught my breath before I opened my door, careful not to be too loud. I clicked it closed, my back turned as I deadlocked it shut. But when I turned around, I had an even bigger surprise.
Jace was sitting on my vanity stool, hands on his knees. I rushed over to him, placing my hands on his cheeks, feeling the warm skin of his face. The feeling that I had missed so much when I had been separated from him, the agony that I had felt came flooding to mind. Before I could even say a word, his lips where crashed against mine in a feeling of passion, adoration, and frustration.
A/N:
So yes, we finally got a Clace kiss. And did Sebastian promise Clary to another man? Hope you enjoyed reading. If you want another chapter on The Sister Untouched, I have a little challenge for you. If I can get 5 new reviews on this story, I will update tomorrow.
~Elizabeth
