And the next. Yes, The Infernal Devices characters will appear at times as well. Anyway, wedding next chapter! So call this a filler chapter for now. Review and motivate me to write it faster? Cheers x
She was getting married tomorrow. The thought refused to leave her mind and as Clary left the dining room after breakfast, she collided into someone who had just arrived. She hurried to apologize before realizing just who it was, a wide grin spreading across her face.
"Luke!" she laughed out, not bothering about etiquette and manners as she flung her arms around the man. He chuckled a little at that, patting her back a few times before setting his hands upon her shoulders, holding her at arms length. Clary gazed up at her father's parabatai who had been in London for the past month or so. There had been an incident at the Institute there and he had been dispatched there.
"How was London?" Clary asked as the man slid his arms from her and he wrinkled his nose a little "Busy. Very busy. But overall it was brilliant. Actually, I bought you something back. Wait here-"
Clary beamed and watched his retreating form as he returned to the carriage. She stood there in the hallway impatiently; Clary loved his gifts.
When he returned, he had a package wrapped in brown paper in his hand. "I remembered you saying you wanted this one, so…" Luke grinned, his ocean blue eyes sparkling as Clary took it and ripped the paper away in an unladylike way. It was hard to be serious around Luke since when she had been younger; they had play fought with wooden swords. When Clary had caught him with it, he'd make a big show of dying and collapsing onto the floor.
Jocelyn hadn't been too happy at all. Valentine just found it amusing.
Clary beamed at the book in her hands- Jane Eyre. She laughed and told the man with her grin stretched to breaking point "Thank you!" she opened the inside and frowned a little; it was signed by someone. Like they owned it.
"Oh-" Luke added with a chuckle, taking it from her and gazing at the name "I didn't buy it. I asked a young man at the London Institute where I could find it in London and he gave it to me for you. Told me it was better than any copy I could find in a shop."
Clary cocked her head a little at the name- William Herondale it said. Herondale.
"Was he, by any chance, related to the Herondales in Alicante?"
"Yes. If I understand correctly, he is Master Jonathan's cousin."
"Hmm." She just muttered out and Luke noticed instantly, inquiring "You do not like the Herondale's?"
"Lucian. I am getting married to one… tomorrow." She just told him quietly and the man choked, laughing out "Excuse me-? Who to? I mean… which o-" he stopped dead, understanding instantly as he nodded "Ah" Luke muttered in defeat "Master Jonathan."
"Mmmhmm." A pause and Clary had to ask "Why are you not married yet? Have you not found anyone to love you?"
A flush of red crept into his cheeks at that and he murmured out "I guess my heart just belongs to one person, and they have not realized yet."
"Who is-?" Clary started, but stopped dead as she heard a laugh behind her. "Lucian! Finally!" Valentine exclaimed, strolling forwards and embracing his parabatai with a wide grin upon his face. Clary spied her mother walking behind him with a smile upon her face. She said nothing though.
"Seeing as all the most important and special people in my life are present, it would do well to break the news before we announce it to the public" Valentine started in a pleased voice. Luke frowned lightly and Clary's expression was identical. The white haired man didn't hesitate as he said "Our family is growing once more." He patted his wife's stomach.
Clary truly beamed at that- she'd always wanted a brother or sister. Finally at long last, she was getting her wish. Luke just spluttered out "Congratulations!" but Clary noticed it seemed forced. He sounded stunned for some reason.
"Thank you" Jocelyn smiled, looking pleased, but tired. No wonder she had been a little under the weather lately. She was pregnant.
"Has Clarissa told you about the wedding tomorrow?" Valentine now asked and Luke seemed to return to the present as he nodded, chuckling out lightly "Rather soon, don't you think?"
"No time like the present." Valentine simply relied, his tone crisp and businesslike. Clary wanted to flash him a filthy look, but desisted- he would see it. She swore he had eyes in the back of his head at times.
She cleared her throat "I am going for a ride. My presence has been asked for." She neglected to say by just who and hurried out before anyone could stop her, leaving the book safe on the side.
The truth was that she wanted to visit Simon at last.
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Isabelle, to Alec's relief, slept through the night thanks to the potion he'd bought. If 'bought' was a suitable word for what he'd done. That damn warlock.
Speaking of that damn warlock, Alec growled in annoyance as the fire in the fireplace suddenly flashed blue and a ball of paper fell out. Go away he just snarled internally, throwing the ball into the fire. He knew what it would say. Something along the lines of the last twenty that had things like-
'Come back soon pretty boy'
'That jacket you wore when you came round. You should never wear it again.'
'Stop ignoring me'
'I watch you while you sleep'
'All night'
'Yes. That was a lie'
'But I would like to'
'Let me Alexander?'
It had been nonstop. In the end, Alec had sent a message back saying that he needed to be left alone, but the warlock ignored them.
He had no idea what to do.
-OfSeraphBladesAndballGowns-
Simon groaned as he found Isabelle's door jammed. But as he looked through the keyhole, he saw it wasn't locked with a rune, but with a key. That was a relief. He drew his hand into his pocket and pulled out the brass set of keys, staring at them glumly- there were next to twenty five. Oh well. He stuck the first one in… nothing.
It was number seventeen that was the lucky one and Simon stepped inside. He stopped dead inside, dropping the keys to the floor at the sight before him.
Isabelle was awake with a dagger resting over her heart, point nicking it. Spots of scarlet blood stained her white nightgown.
"Go away!" she snarled out quietly with her tired and shadowed eyes narrowed. Simon debated on what to do; run for help or try to talk her out of it.
"What would you do if I went for help?" he asked her and she laughed out "Kill myself before you could find anyone."
"And if I stay?"
"I will still stab myself. And you if you try to stop me."
"Your life saved and a cut? I think I'll risk it" Simon said calmly, closing the door softly behind him and turning around to face the girl. She looked an utter mess with her midnight hair not been brushed for a few days, no make-up or a wash. There were still traces of mud on her arms from where she'd been forced to the ground.
"Miss. Lightwood, I know I am only some servant… but I-" he swallowed hard, eyes flickering to the knife in her hand that was frozen. He had to do something. "I want to help you." He nodded, and the girl laughed, shaking her head with angry tears burning in her eyes. "I do not need help. No one seems to care anyway- my brother went out and got me a sleeping draught, did you know?" she seemed to swell up as she hissed out "he just wanted to knock me out. I know what sleeping draughts look like. As soon as he came in, I just faked being asleep."
Simon sighed lightly, taking a daring step forwards with his hands raised a little to show there was nothing in them. "Miss. Isabelle-"
"Go away you petty little servant boy! You are not even a Shadowhunter! A mere mundane! Why should I listen to something like you?!"
Simon refused to let her angry and upset words get to him as he went softly "Because I do care. Your family does as well- your mother is worried out of her mind. Same as your father. They are scared to come up and talk to you because of how you might react. And your brother? Yes he bought you that sleeping draught, but it wasn't for some reason you have thought up- you have not slept for days. It worries even me, and I do not even know you. You are hurting. Let someone help."
There was silence and Isabelle never let the knife go once as she laughed out bitterly, voice low "It was my fault my brother died. I was too slow getting ready… I made him come out with me. To escort me to the ball." There were big fat tears rolling down her face as she added in a broken voice "My whip… I am not allowed to wear it out and I hid it under my dress. They used it to-" she stopped dead, her voice breaking up once more.
Simon groaned internally- she just blamed herself for her brothers death. "Miss. Lightwood. Isabelle… it was not your fault. In the slightest. It was that bastard who decided to kill an innocent boy and harm a truly beautiful young woman who did it. His fault. And for that, he will pay."
Isabelle frowned lightly and just went, ignoring everything else he'd said "You think me beautiful?"
Simon was taken aback, but he nodded, bewildered as he said truthfully "You are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen."
A pause and Isabelle glanced down, snorting out "You are lying. I look like the mess I am."
"You are beautiful right now." Simon just muttered out, his cheeks going a fraction red- it was true. Even though she did look like a mess, she still looked divine. Like some newly fallen angel.
She laughed. She actually laughed Simon noticed, the blade for the first time quivering in her grip. He just added "Do you think your little brother would want you to do this? Truly?"
A pause and Isabelle whispered out "He would be so… angry and disappointed." Her face went white and her eyes widened in horror, flickering down to the knife that she let fall onto her lap, gasping out under her breath "He would burn all my pretty dresses for even thinking this." She grabbed the knife once more, but as Simon went to fling himself onto the floor as she raised it, it merely sunk into the wall while the girl buried her face into her knees and sobbed.
He just watched her in stunned silence for a moment, but then she just sniffed and cleared her throat, saying in a strong, clear voice "I will be fine. I swear it."
"Are you sure Miss. Lightwood?"
Isabelle paused before saying "It's Izzy. What is yours?"
"Simon."
The smallest of smiles crept upon her face "Simon. You can go. Take the knife with you, I do not want it in my room anymore." She told him, arching a delicate brow as he didn't move. "Chop chop" she tittered, making shooing motions with her hands.
Simon concluded as he retrieved the blade that she really was going to be fine.
He retreated from the room and dropped the blade topped with the Lightwood family crest in the weapons room before making his way downstairs where he received a pleasant surprise.
Clary was stood there in the entrance hall with Alec Lightwood, looking nervous and awkward. At the sound of his footsteps, she looked up and caught sight of him. She beamed and ignored Alec, walking forwards to the bottom of the steps where she said in amusement "Hello Lewis."
"Hello Morgenstern." Simon grinned and Alec just blinked as the pair hugged- she hugged her servants-? Strange girl. Very strange girl.
Alec cleared his throat and just told her "I must be somewhere. Good day Miss. Morgenstern and I look forwards to the wedding tomorrow. Mr. Herondale is my parabatai… so I hope you look after him. I know he will look after you."
Clary smiled weakly and nodded. As soon as he left, Simon blinked in utter shock and spluttered out "Hold up- are you getting married tomorrow-? It's you I've been hearing about-?"
With a hard swallow, Clary nodded. Simon was utterly dumbstruck and just asked weakly "I knew you were meeting that man… but getting married just a few days after-?"
"You and me both." Clary sighed out sadly, causing Simon to snarl out "Is he a wanker?"
"Simon!"
"No, I mean it Clary. This Herondale… is he kind? Do you like him?"
Clary groaned and took the boys shoulders into her hands, telling him gently "I will be fine, Simon. Trust me."
"Hmm. Will you be saying that tomorrow night when he tears your dress off?"
With a scowl, Clary slapped him across the face and yelled "Do you think I am not scared?! That I have not thought of this?! I am scared out of my bloody wits at times Simon! I do not want to marry, but I have to!"
Simon was silent for a few moments, but then said quietly "Let's just… run away together. Then you will not have to marry him."
With a heavy groan, Clary shook her head while forcing back tears- Simon just looked so angry and his glasses were in danger of falling off the end of his nose. He'd never looked so young.
"I am fine Simon. I cannot run away with you."
"Clary-"
"Simon! No! I am getting married to Jace and that is that. I will be fine when it is over."
"I love you. I've loved you since the day I became your servant."
Clary stopped utterly dead, staring at the boy with wide eyes- had she heard correctly?
"Simon." She just said quietly "I need to leave. There are wedding preparations to be attended to and-"
The boy listened to the rest of her words sadly, watching as she turned away and hurried away without a second glance. Nice going Lewis he just told himself angrily now she will never look at you the same way again. Why did you open your big fat mouth? Of course she does not love you!
Simon sighed sadly and turned away too, walking back towards the servant quarters-
Life sucked.
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