Jonathan

I watched Clary being drug from the room. I was emotionless on the outside but i was ecstatic inside. She was now mine! I would marry her and than she would be mine forever. The little bitch had the nerve to lie to my father. I stopped myself from chuckling out loud. When the guards shut the large oak door i turned to my father.

He was angry still. I could see his emotions running wild on his face. He was not happy about todays events. His displeasure with Clary was absolutely fantastic. I could marry Clary now without any objection. He had already gave me the go ahead. All was coming along nicely.

"What is it father?" i asked politely.

"I needed that alliance. It was paramount that i aquired the Lightwood sigal."

"We do not need those...Lightwoods. We have many men that are already in our inner circle." i said.

"But the Lightwoods hold the upper part of the realm Jonathan. Without them if anything from the north shall rise to uphold our part, we will have no ally from that side. I needed this alliance from Clary!" he hissed through his teeth.

I walked over and laid my hands on his shoulder to try and calm him. It wasnt working in the slightest. I could see his chest heaving.

"Father everything will work out, Clary and i are to be married and-"

My father cut me off, "Yes son and now you have everything you desired for. But what of me! I needed that Lightwood boy. I needed his alliance more than i ever needed the girl. She has been brought up for purely this reason. I needed to marry her to someone important. You think the Lightwood man won on his own?" He cried. "I had to pay off most of the royals to insure that Alec would be the victor. That huge man Grunt had almost cost us it all. Luckily the Lightwood man wasnt too cowardly. All could have failed then."

"You paid off the suitors?" i asked coldly.

"Of course you fool, i needed the strongest match i could make. The Lightwoods were the most prestigious of the group. Are you blind to the way of the King? I thought you were smarter than that." He yelled, his mouth flew so fast spit flew out. I remained calm even though i wanted nothing more than to smack the insolence from his lips. How dare he speak to me like that?

"Father, i will make a good match for Clary."

"You and your perverted fantasy. That clause in the royal decree is only if there are no other suitors available. I have a letter here that is to be sent tomorrow searching for some. Im sure i can find someone more suitable for Clarissa. But dont worry, if none shall come, she shall be yours."

I spoke as coldly as i could, "Clarissa is mine."

My father stopped his rambling and looked at me. His gaze full of wrath.

"Clarissa is for who ever i choose. You best remember that boy!" he spat. I clenched my fists at my side. This pathetic excuse for a man was telling me nothing but lies. Clarissa would be mine no matter what!

I stuck my hand into my cloaks hidden pocket. My fine steel dagger was carefully inside it. I walked closer to my father. I knelt before him.

"Im sorry my lord. I seemed to have forget my station. I will do as you bid." i said pleasently. He looked taken back, he had expected a fight.

"You may rise, it is forgotten. We have more important matters to discuss." He said airily looking around the throne room.

"Yes father, but before we do. Can i request something of you?"

"What is it?" he asked warily.

"It had been forever since you have hugged me. I would like that pleasure before we retire to the council room. You havent hugged me since mother died."

"You want a hug?" he asked incredulously. I nodded my head in deep respect.

"So shall you receive it. Though i never took you for a soft hearted man." The King extended his arms. I walked up to him and took him into my arms. I could feel his heart beating inside my chest. I smelled deep the scent of sandelwood upon his person. I leaned closer to his ear.

"I have never loved you. You were a cold hearted man. You should have learned not to deny me what is rightfully mine!" I slid the dagger from my sleeve and inserted it deep into his ribs. His hands clutched frantically at my back. His lips were dripping thinly with blood. Nothing came out of his mouth but gasps.

"Clarissa is mine." i declared. I held onto him as his life bled away. His hands fell limp to his side. I looked into his eyes slowly fading of all life. I smiled. "You should have never denied me father." i said softly to his corpse.

I dropped him to the floor. I carefully removed the crown from his head. It would need to be refitted. There was now a new king.

Later,

I crept down into the dungeon. Alls i could smell was the stench of rot. It permeated the air thickly down here. I took the key out from my pocket and inserted it into the correct door. It swung open with an eerie creak. I stepped inside and surveyed the room.

The man was hunched over in the corner. His clothes ripped and tattered. His body bloody and torn. I smiled and lit a brazier. The room was now basked in a horrific glow. I looked down at the man and gave him a swift kick. His eyes opened and he tried to slither away from me. I put my boot down on his body to keep him in place.

"How are we today Jace?" i asked pleasantly. I could see his eyes widen in fear. I didnt blame him. When i had caught him and drug him here last night i had been most unkind. I had beat him senseless with my fist. Then waited until he regain consciousness. Then i took a hot branding iron to his body, i loved the smell of his burning flesh.

I had whipped him until his back was bloody. I loved the way he had screamed for mercy. But there was no mercy here. Nobody could hear him scream from this part of the dungeon. He was here at my command. He would stay here until i was finished with him. I wanted to pay for touching her.

I kicked him once more in the ribs. His eyes were puffy and swollen. I loved seeing his blood pouring from his body. But i would have to relent. He would die soon if i kept it up. I didnt want him dying before i could have my fun. That would be wasteful.

I uncovered a parcel from my cloak and threw it at him. He weakly grabbed for it. A moldy piece of bread fell out. He attacked it like an animal, swallowing it without chewing mostly. I was sickened by this creature. She chose this? She chose this animal? I turned away from him.

The room i had put him in was tiny. It was a dungeon after all. It had no commodities. It held no bed. The only thing this Jace had to sleep on was the cold stone floor. He had to piss and shit in the corner, just like the animal he was. I had picked this place well. I went over to him and knelt down. I looked deep into his worthless eyes.

What had she seen here? What had caught her attention? He was nothing more than a common man with no purpose. I grabbed his head hard in my hands. He whimpered slightly. Oh how i loved the sounds he made. I opened my cloak and removed my blade. I had wiped it clean of my fathers blood earlier. His eyes widened at the sight of it. I had to smile.

"Its not your time yet, no its too soon. But believe me, when the time comes. You will be begging for death." I slipped the knife under a lock of his hair. I pulled quickly and collected as much as i could. I needed this as a little gift to Clary. I wanted her hopes crushed. Because when she was down she would have no will to fight. I now had her completely in my grasp.

I let go, his head fell back to his shoulders. Oh how i wanted to take this blade and skin him alive. His screams would be most delicious then. But no, i had to keep him. I would rather enjoy him for a few days, then just this moment. I slipped my blade back into my cloak. I took one last look at the broken man. His broken eyes screamed a thousand words. I was finding it very erotic.

I opened the door and turned back to face him.

"Im going to meet Clary now, or actually my wife. Tomorrow we are to be married. And i will be thinking of you as im balls deep in her. Just thought you'd like to know." I laughed hard into the wide eyes of Jace Wayland. He was nothing to me. I relished in the fact that he would be hurting for hours over what i had said. It didnt matter, because Clary was mine. Clary would always be mine.

I closed the door and locked it. I made my way up through the winding stairs and twisted corridors. My sister couldnt be kept waiting. I had a little gift for her.