A/N: Ok this chapter is not my best, but I hope you like it though!

-Consul Fangirl

Izzy knew that most of these Guests were annoying little wannabes who would die to get the crown, but that doesn't stop her from making friends.

In the Women's Parlor, Izzy was part of the group circle, with the other Guests and Clary. They all had a glass of wine in their hands, and were having a great time.

"... and that is why you never leave Church without someone there to watch him," Izzy ended with a giggle. "I swear, that cat hates me enough to trash my whole room."

"Well, I don't see why the cat would hate Alexander, or the little boy," Lydia replied, taking a sip of her wine.

Izzy raised a brow. "Then you don't know Church well." Izzy set her wineglass down on the table in front of them and sighed. "So what do you guys think of Alec?"

"He's ok, I guess," one of the Guests, Sophia, answered.

" 'Ok, I Guess'? Please don't tell me Alec's been influencing you to use those three vile words."

"I've only been on one date with him," Sophia began, smiling, "But he doesn't seem interested in me."

Clary spoke up. "You can't tell what he's ever thinking, except for Izzy, but that's because they're related."

Izzy shrugged. "Sometimes, but he's mysterious that way. Some things he like to keep to himself." Like the fact that he's gay. "Besides, Clary, isn't Jace the same?"

"Jace is the sarcastic type, not the mysterious type."

Anne, one of the Guests, had that smug look on her face. Anne was the one Izzy liked the least. She always felt she was better than everyone else, and Izzy always wanted to slap that smugness right into space. "What's with the face?" Izzy asked as polite as possible.

"Well, the fact that neither of you know Alexander much is not a surprise. He told me I'm the only one he actually thinks is legible to be his bride."

Like he'd ever want a whore like you for a wife. "And when did he tell you that?"

"Oh, you know, the usual pillow talk."

Pillowtalk?! Izzy was furious; she knew that Anne was lying, that Alec would never do that. "So you're saying that you slept with him?" Izzy demanded, her jaw in pain from gritting her teeth. Does Alec know that he's being played with, that this Anne was treating him like a tale?

Anne glared, and smirked. "You seem surprised, considering you do that a lot to the gentlemen you meet with."

Clary forced out a little gasp; the others shocked. Anne just sat there, chugging the wine down.

"Get out," Isabelle seethed.

"Excuse me?" Anne replied.

"Did you not hear me? Or are your ears filled with wine? I said, get out." Izzy towered over Anne, holding herself from dragging her out of the room.

Anne also stood. "You can't kick me out," she sneered. "Only the prince can do that?"

"Why would you lie about Alec having sex with you?!"

"Oh, you're trying to be the protective sister. How sweet." Anne took a sip of her drink, obviously addicted to the taste. "Or are you jealous because apparently you couldn't molest that guard you're always staring at."

Izzy couldn't take it anymore. Anne took a blow Izzy couldn't hold in any longer, and the red color started to flood Anne's right side of her face.

"You bitch," Anne choked out, daggers shooting out of her eyes. She punched Izzy, hard, directly to the ribs. Colors filled her vision, and staggered, but regained her posture and grabbed Anne's long, black, silky hair. She clawed into Anne's scalp, but then fell over, gasping for air. Her chest felt tightened, and fell over, into the arms of Clary. Her vision was blurry, and she couldn't make out the voices calling her. Izzy wanted to claw Anne's eye out, to yell at her, but no sound came out as she tried to speak. All she heard was "Izzy!" and "Someone please get help!". Her whole world fell apart, one by one, as she fell into the hole of unconsciousness.

"I want to use your sword, Alec!"

Max, stubborn as ever, tried convincing Alec he was old enough to use the real swords and daggers.

Alec chuckled. "Sorry, Max, but you're still too young to be swordfighting."

"I want to fight, though! I want to fight like you and Jace!"

Alec squatted down, so that his eye met Max's. "One day, Max, you will be fighting like Jace and I. But for now," Alec paused, handing the wooden sword to Max, "use this one, until you get used to it."

"Ok," Max pouted as he grabbed the sword from Alec's hands and waved it around.

"Don't poke someone's eye out, Max! Be careful!" Alec shouted as Max ran along, chasing the other kids. Alec grabbed the sword he was training with and went back to Jace.

"Are you done with your pep talk? Because we have a lot of training to do." Jace grabbed two staffs and threw one to Alec, who caught it in the air.

"It's what you have to do when you have a stubborn brother," Alec scowled. He placed the staff in the right position, watching Jace. They stood still, waiting for the first move.

Jace suddenly swung the staff, aiming for Alec, but Alec dodged, and made an attempt to strike. Jace though, being quick with his feet, slid his foot under Alec's steady feet, knocking Alec to the tile floor.

"You need to practice with defense, Alec," Jace observed.

Alec groaned. "Well, not everyone can be you, Jace."

"I know. It's what makes me, me."

Alec got up to his feet, and glared. "How modest of you, Jace Herondale."

"Your Highness!" a voice echoed in the training room. He spun around and noticed that Simon Lewis, the guard, was frantic about something.

"It's your sister," Lewis began, "She's in the infirmary."

"What?" Alec's heart was racing; what happened to Isabelle?

"She's had a heart attack, but we don't know what caused it."

Alec didn't hear most of it, for he was sprinting to the infirmary, concerned that Izzy might not be breathing at the moment.

When he made it to the infirmary, he noticed Maryse, who never really sees eye to eye with Izzy, was next to her, sobbing and praying she'll make it alive. The medics were around Iz, trying to help.

"What happened?" was all that came out of Alec's mouth.

"Heart attack. I didn't know this would happen to Izzy, but…" Maryse wiped her eyes. "There's a family history of heart disease. I always thought it would happen to either you or Max, but not Isabelle."

One of the medics stepped out of the crowd. "This wasn't supposed to happen until she was older, but there was something that triggered the heart attack." The medic breathed in, as if ready to give out more depressing news. "One of the Guests, Anne Geoffrey, got in a fight with Her Highness. We underestimated Anne's strength, for she could've knocked out Her Highness in a flash. We decided that she would be sent home immediately, if you wish."

"Why the hell would Izzy get in a fight?"

"There were rumors, that stated you had an affair with Miss Geoffrey."

Alec was flustered. "What?! That's not even true!" Alec rubbed his eyes, feeling a headache coming on. "Will Izzy live?"

"We believe so. But we've sent a message to the nearest sorcerer, to be able to come in and care for Her Highness. He'll be here tomorrow. But… she's going to be in a coma for a month."

Alec was weak. He held himself from collapsing. One month without Izzy, without anyone by my side. One month without hearing her snarky remarks, and her delightful attitude. Alec collapsed, and fell to his knees, covering his crushed expression with the palms of his hands. He tried so hard not to burst into tears in front of the medics. Alec tried to regained his posture and exhaled, his breath ragged. "The sorcerer… he'll be able to fix Isabelle?"

"We're sure of it, Highness."

"Good," Alec stood, his face showing no expression. "Inform me when he comes. I want to be able to know that he'll be able to help. If he can't, send him home immediately."

"Alexander-" Maryse began, but Alec cut her off with a snarl.

"I'm sick of this. My life is getting worse by the second." He glared. "I don't want anyone to bother me, at all." He stormed out of the infirmary, red with rage. He had thoughts of going to the one place where nobody would find him at all, one of the places he hates most; the plaza.

A/N: Guess who the sorcerer is?