Clary was still sleeping when I woke up. I slid out of bed and got dressed. We had a meeting later about the wedding so I thought I would spare her. I put on a white button down with so regular jeans. I head down to the main floor where there was millions of samples of random things.
"Where is clary?" Valentine asked.
"Sleeping."
"Let me rephrase that why is she not here?"
"With all do respect sir she wants to rip your throat out and don't you think you can spare her."
"I assume you will be the leader of the relationship?"
"No it's equal I won't ever overstep her turf."
"Interesting but son you have to set her straight."
"Val don't you think you are a little controlling?"
"No she needs to be taught that men are the dominators of the relationship."
"That's sexist sir."
"I have my opinions you have yours." With that the king left.
Since clary had no part I felt horrible. I texted clary to let her know that if she wants to or is in the mood to come to the main hall all she replied with was okay. In about 20 minutes I saw a little redhead fighting to get past all the ribbons. I laughed and strode over to help her. Once she was untangled I got to take in her figure. She was wearing flats with a cropped hoodie and leggings. Her hair was in a messy bun. Every time someone mentioned something about the wedding she would flinch.
"Hey Clare you okay?"
"Fine." Her hands were in fists and her eyebrow flinched. I decided to test my theory. What's a thing she would lie about?
"If you could exchange for anyone would you?" That was self centered but hey.
"Yes." Her eyebrow flinched again I laughed.
"M-Kay." I said. "If you got through this session I promise sweets my treat." She let out a small laugh. I took her hand and unraveled her clenched hand. "Breath." I whispered into her ear.
3 hours later.
"So about those sweets?" She looked up at me. I nodded and we left the castle doors. We went out to the scarce streets of Idris. We walked into a pastry shop. Clary sat down while I went to grab some sweets. I came back with a red velvet cupcake. Her eyes lit up when she bit into the cupcake. Her lips curved. I smiled.
"Clary I want to take you out sometime."
"I'm in no place to say no."
"So is that a yes?"
"I guess if we are getting married." I smiled. Her eyes doubtful.
"I know you hate the idea of marriage."
"I don't hate it I'm scared of let's put it this way I don't like-well-."
"Clary I won't judge anything you say."
"I don't want to be known as taken I like being independent."
"I know you don't that's why if you want to go out in the town to get waisted with Isabelle I won't hold you back I probably would be concerned but you do you I will be on call away." She smiled.
"That makes me feel better."
"Now does that lighten the idea of us getting married?"
"Kinda. But I still have a tiny urge to punch you in the face oh and the not so tiny urge to beat the absolute crap out of my dad." I laughed. I took her frail hand into mine and walked out of the pastry shop. We walked to a park. It was empty. We made our way to the swings. Clary pushed herself swinging higher and higher. She soon stopped. She laid her head on my shoulder still rocky slightly.
"Clary?"
"Hmm?"
"I like you."
"I like you too." We sat like that for about a hour. Occasionally asking each other questions.
"Clary?"
"Hmm?"
"What's the real reason you don't like marriage?"
"Because you act in love but as soon as you close that door it's one hell of a war zone. Parents screaming. Kids crying. Things break but when out and about kiss each other for dramatic effect. I swear parents could be actors. Not even parents couples in general."
"Did that happen to you clary? Did Jocelyn and Valentine fight?"
"All the fucking time."
"I won't lay a harmful finger on you."
"For now."
"Clary?"
"Hmm?"
"I promise." I kissed her hair. Sooner or later we got home. We were silent. It wasn't a ticking time bomb waiting for someone to yell silence but a comforting silence. We sat in her room and just silently watched tv. Everything was connected. Feet and fingers were intertwined. It was her turn to ask the question.
"Jace?"
"Hmm?"
"Can you stay the night?"
"Anything for you."
Silence once again.
"Jace?"
"Hmm?"
"Did you mean it when you said you would never lay a harmful Hand on me?"
"I've never been any more serious in my life." She kissed my cheek. A blush painted her cheeks. I smiled down at her. This is my fiancée. Mine. No one else's. No one would would hurt her under my watch.
"Clary?"
"We have been at this all day." I laughed.
"When can I take you out?"
"Friday?"
"That would be perfect and um Clary im sorry. Not just for being a crappy fiancé."
"Jace you are the only guy in my life that actually cares when I break down because everyone looks the other direction. But please do continue what else are you sorry for?"
"Me and your father had a conversation earlier."
"And?"
"And he kept talking about how I should lead the relationship and of be the dominant figure so Clary?"
"Yeah?"
"I want you to know I would never do that to you."
"I know you wouldn't even if I get on your nerves."
"Clary I like you."
"I like you too."
"We should go to sleep." I say getting up to change into my sleep wear. Clary takes my hand.
"Don't leave."
"Never." I kissed her hand. I changed into my sleepwear and made my way back to bed. Clary already was asleep. I laid next to her. She rolled over so she was facing me. I pulled her Into my arms. I whispered into her ears "I like you too." And soon fell into my own slumber.