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"Leave him alone, Isabelle," Clary said, appearing next to the Dark Fairy. Jace almost groaned aloud before realizing that would definitely not help in his mission to earn Clary's forgiveness so she could take him to the Fairy Realm. "I told you not to come here."
"Yeah, Isabelle," Jace sneered. He didn't know why this was leaving his mouth. He was never this rude. It had to be the Dark Fairy's presence. "She told you to leave me alone."
"Shut up," Clary hissed. "Do you think I am not pissed at you?"
"Oh," Jace laughed cruelly, crossing his arms over his chest. "The little magical fairy is mad at me. Oh Tinkerbelle, what should I do?"
Her jaw locked, and Jace noticed the green forming in the whites of her eyes. She's crying, his subconscious stated. "Leave me alone," she whispered. "All I'm trying to do is help you."
Jace felt guilt form over his heart, but instead of apologizing, he simply said nothing.
Isabelle clenched her head at that moment, murmuring things under her breath before looking back up at Clary. "I must go. The Dark Garrison needs me. Tell your sister to lay off the damn troops, would you?"
She vanished then, a dark purple dust left behind.
As soon as she left, Jace felt the weight of his sins from the past three hours crash upon him. "I'm sorry," he blurted. "I-I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
"You left me on the side of the highway, Jace. And that was before a Dark Fairy appeared," she whispered, sitting down on the couch. Jace realized he had hurt her more than he had made her angry.
"I know," he sighed. "You made me mad. I'm sorry."
She giggled then, her tears that had gathered in her eyes running down. "You might need anger management." She sobbed then, leaving Jace in a confusion of how she was feeling.
Snot bubbled at the edge of her nostril, making Jace swallow thickly. He had really upset her. He didn't understand how, but he did.
He walked slowly over to her then, sitting down on the next couch cushion. Jace pulled her small body to him, the figure impossibly light. "Clary…" he didn't have the words to make her feel any better, since it was his fault.
She sobbed harder, curling into his chest, and as he was about to give her the space he was sure she wanted, she murmured, "Don't leave me. Not again."
He didn't know what the not again description meant, but at that moment, he didn't care. Jace clutched her closer to his warm body, running his fingers through her hair as she nuzzled into his hand. They melded together perfectly, her head right below his chest, their legs intertwining smoothly. He knew they had been in this position many times, it was too natural for them not to have been.
It must've been hours before she lifted her head from his chest, straddling him but not in a sexual way. "Do you know what it's like to have the person you love to not love you back? Do you know what it's like to be forced to marry someone, and because of that, it turns the one you love Dark?"
"No," he whispered. She shook her head.
"No you don't! I searched for centuries for you, and I find you to be a Dark Fairy, a cruel one who tortured me. We fall in love again, and your memories were taken. I find you now, a thousand years later, and you don't even know who I am! It's awful, Jace, awful!"
In that moment, she disappeared. You'll make her Dark if this continues. What emotion was Clary feeling? Was it a sinful emotion, or was it just sadness? He couldn't make Clary turn Dark. It wasn't right, and he was sure she wouldn't appreciate it.
"Clary!" he called. "C'mon Clary!"
There was no reply. He did not see her, nor a sign of her. He scrubbed his hands down his face, wishing he could help.
But why should he? He had a perfectly normal life until she came along. He felt nothing for her, only pity. They might've been lovers once upon a time, but he had no memory of it. He could've gone his entire life without needing to know faeries existed. He would've died alone, but happy.
Why should you die alone, his subconscious whispered. You can be in love and happy.
But could he really? It seemed like for thousands of years, or so Clary said, they'd been pushed apart. Maybe they loved each other, but they just weren't meant to be.
You could at least get your memories back, his subconscious stated, and, oh my God, you're insane because you're having a conversation with yourself.
Jace rose, entering the kitchen. His stomach rumbled.
71 B.C (Same time as last flashback)
He walked through the corridors with a sense of fascination. Clary supposed she had taken the beauty for granted, given Jace had never seen something so clean, only the horse stables.
They climbed glass staircases, Jace looking down with a stupefied expression. He had a small smile flitting across his lips as he watched maids flit to and fro. "Wow," he breathed. "It's so beautiful."
Clary giggled, making sure to go intentionally slower so he could take the aura of the Light castle in. This made her fall deeper in love with him, watching him noting how amazing other things were.
"Clarissa!" a voice shouted, her younger sister Kaelie. "Clarissa! We have an - Oh, gross!" She took in Jace's state with a look of disgust. Jace looked humiliated, gazing down at his bare feet.
"Kaelie!" Clary scolded.
Kaelie snorted, looking at Jace with a cocked eyebrow. "The commoner is not bowing. We should punish him."
Jace fell to the floor, his cheeks and neck burning from humiliation.
"Get up," Clary demanded. Jace rose quickly, his gaze still on the floor. "How are you not fallen?" She directed the question towards Kaelie.
"How am I not fallen?" she cackled. "How is this filth not fallen? He needs to learn his place, dear sister! Commoners are not allowed in the castle, especially stable boys."
Clary shook her head, "C'mon, Jace." She grabbed his elbow, pulling him too quickly for him to take in anymore scenery. They walked through dozens of hallways, past doors with iron doorknobs. Only Dark Faeries could not touch iron. It was a means of protection.
They arrived at her door, the entire door lined with a sheen of iron, a thin sheet so the door was not impossibly heavy.
She pushed it open, shoving him inside before slamming the door closed and putting a wooden chair under the doorknob as to lock it.
"I'm terribly sorry about Kaelie," Clary apologized. "She treats all commoners like filth. It's disgusting, really."
"We are filth, My Lady," he murmured. He had not met her eye since the encounter with Kaelie. Clary wasn't sure if he had even looked up.
She placed the back of her hand on his grimy cheek, running down in a soothing gesture. "No, you are not. You're a fairy, and I'm a fairy. We cannot help our bloodline."
He looked up at her, finally meeting her eyes. Clary felt her stomach erupt into butterflies. "You are too kind, My Lady."
She smiled. "I told you to call me Clary. Come, let me draw you a bath." His stomach growled at that moment, and she giggled as a blush ran across his cheeks. "And we shall also get you some food."
"I shouldn't," he sighed, looking away. "I can't extend your hospitality."
"Direct orders," she sang. He smiled, following her into the bathroom. She messed with the tap, and he watched in fascination as water filled the porcelain tub. "Make sure this water is to your liking."
Jace put his hand under, and a stream of mud ran off of it. "It is good," he smiled. When his hand returned to his side, she noticed how golden his skin tone was.
Clary waited for the tub to fill up before turning the water off. "I shall get you some clothes. Call me if you need anything."
She exited the bathroom, leaving him to his privacy. Clary walked towards her brother's room. She had one brother and two sisters. It was odd for the Queen to have a son, but he was her firstborn.
He was not in his room, so she grabbed white cotton pants and a green v-neck tunic, the color of a leaf. She joined this with a pair of brown loafers before leaving once again and going back to her room.
She entered the bathroom, not looking at Jace's nudity in a manner of politeness. Clary left the clothes on the sink and grabbed a towel to put on top of it.
"Thank you," he murmured.
"You're welcome," Clary replied lightly, not looking his way.
She sat on her lavender bed, thinking about her life. She wished it was Jace she was being forced to marry, because then it wouldn't be so bad. But, no, she was marrying the nearly corrupted Raphael, only for his jewels and riches so her sister Emily could roll around in it.
Her father, if he was still living, would've let Clary choose her husband. Her father always wanted her to be Queen, even if it meant she was not eternal. At least she would've been happy during her mortal years, he had said.
Clary felt awful for leading Jace on, but she could not help herself. When a fairy finds true love, it is nearly impossible to avoid their soulmate. She had been drawn to him after her father died, the mere age of twelve. She was now three hundred and forty seven. She had waited so long to talk to him, and now the opportunity was at her fingertips.
"Clary!" Jace called. "How do you drain the bathtub?"
She bit her lip to keep from giggling at his naivety. She entered the bathroom, her eyes widening in shock at the color of the water. It was a deep brown color, but Clary said nothing as she pulled the plug. She didn't look at Jace so he could maintain his privacy.
She exited quickly sitting once again on her bed. She looked at her clock. Clary was going to be late for lunch, but it would be okay. She was late often, and Jace had spent the past hour in the tub.
He walked out, shaking his hair. Without the dirt in it, though it was still wet, it was a golden blonde. She had originally thought he was a brunette. All of his skin was golden, shining brightly against the green of the shirt. His eyes were light and beautiful, and his jaw sharp. He was beautiful.
Clary rose, and she was quickly enveloped in a hug. She smelt her body wash on him apples. She released a sharp breath in shock.
"Thank you, Clary," he murmured. "You are the sweetest girl I have ever known."
When she took him down for lunch, her mother looked appalled, but invited him none the less. Her mother was kind, passed down to Clary as well. Kaelie drooled over her lunch as she stared at Jace.
The maids placed a chicken breast with a salad and a soup next to Jace. He stared at the rest of the table in bewilderment before taking a bite of food with a fork. Clary knew it was probably the first time he had to use manners, so he observed the royal family as he ate, trying to figure out how to properly eat.
As lunch was finished, he told Clary that he must return to his post.
This process continued for the next week, and each day he would clutch her in gratefulness and each day Kaelie would make a snide remark. The Seelie Queen would greet him lightly, and Jonathan - Clary's brother - would smile. Emily was on her mission to find her true love, so Clary knew nothing of her.
And each day, Clary would fall even more in love.
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