Previously:

"Jace Herondale," Luke said. "You are sentenced to death."

Chapter 8

Deaths, Fights and Love

(third person pov)

Jace had just found the dead daughter of Alicante.

And he was about to join her.

Clary had to look away from Jace. Even though he has done nothing for us, she couldn't help but feel bad that we were about to end his life. But he now knows Clary's real name. We couldn't let him go spread it around that Clary was alive. Then again, she felt something towards him that she's never felt before. It was really confusing her. Even though he's a jerk that works for the queen, he's also very handsome and-

"Wait," Jocelyn said. Jace felt a wave of relief wash over him. Someone was standing up for him. He was wrong. "No man should go out without a fight. There's no honor in a death like that. I say let him fight to his death." At least he might have a chance at escape.

"Ooh! I nominate myself to do it!" Max yelled excitedly. He wanted to get revenge at this cocky royal.

"You?" Jace asked. Jace thought it was ridiculous that a boy thought he could beat him. Well, Clary beat me and she's a girl, Jace thought.

"Yes, me," Max mocked. "Why? Scared?"

In truth, Jace was scared. But, of course, he would never admit it. Alec stepped in and untied him, holding his hands behind his back a little to hard. He led him outside, to fight Max.

(Clary's pov)

I was feeling more and more guilty as Alec led Jace outside. I bit at my lip. Even more guilty as Max pulled out his dagger. More guilty when all Jace had was his hands. Knowing Max, I knew that he could take him out by a flick of the wrist. Impaling him in the heart.

Even more guilty as Max slowly walked up to Jace with a wicked grin.

Guilty when Max raised his dagger and Jace prepared for the end.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was suddenly there, sword pointed at Max. Blocking him from further death. "Stop," my voice shaking.

He looked shocked. I was too. I had no reason to defend this man. "Run," my voice came out as a whisper. I was breathing hard. Jace gathered his senses and ran.

"What the hell Clary?!" Simon yelled. No one was able to come out of their shock in time to chase after him.

"Don't you see," Jocelyn whispered so quietly that I almost didn't hear her, eyes gleaming. "She loves him."

Somehow, the shock multiplied by a hundred. If that was even possible. The silence was very intense as everyone stared at me. The only thing heard was the wind and my heart beating in my chest. I shook my head, I couldn't love him! It just wasn't possible. Was it?

Breaking the stillness, I stormed inside.

I locked myself in my room and tried to sleep. But sleep never came. No one bothered. But Jocelyn's voice still rang in my head. Don't you see. She loves him.

I decided to do what calms me down the best, drawing. After grabbing my sketch pad and drawing supplies, I headed outside to draw in the cool summer air. A butterfly landed on my finger. I giggled as it flew off.

Leaning against a tree, I closed my eyes and let my hands do the work. I never know what I'm going to draw, while I'm drawing my hands seem to take over.

"Do you?" A voice came out of no where. I turn into instinct mode and set my dagger at the speakers throat.

"Alec?" I said. "I was about to cut your head off!"

He seemed unfazed. "Do you?" He asked, more anger in his voice this time.

"Do I what?" Then it hit me, do you love him? "I honestly don't even know." I plopped back down on the dirt floor, he followed.

"How can you not know?" I was getting annoyed at his aggressive tone.

"What's up with you lately?" I half yelled. "For a couple weeks now you've been so mean to me! What did I ever do?"

"Nothing."

"No. It's something. What is up with you? Is this about Jace?"

He was silent. When I was about to get up he yelled. "I know how he looks at you! I know how you look at him!"

I look at him like that? As if sensing my confusion, Alec said, "yes. I've seen it."

"Okay, I don't know if I feel anything for him. But even if I did, why are you getting so worked up about it!"

He sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just... you're like my little sister and I don't want anyone to hurt you," he said quietly.

My facial expression turned soft, he only wanted to protect me. I enveloped him in a hug. "Don't worry about me." I pulled back to look at him and smirked. "I have a heart as hard as a rock."

He smirked back. I'm glad to have someone always watching over me. "Good. Oh and everyone's pretty mad at you. Especially Max." Yeah. . . how am I going to explain that to everyone? I let our prisoner run away, to spread my name. As he was walking away he turned around and smiled at me. "I saw what you found back there. Just be careful."

That snapped me back into the present. The queen's sword. Now I have my fathers dagger and my mothers sword. Mementos to the life I tried to forget. But was slowly creeping back to me.

(Jace's pov)

I ran.

I ran like my life depended on it. Well it did. I ran faster than I have ever ran. Why would Clary save me like that? I thought. Also, why wasn't any one coming after me? No use thinking about it.

They had stolen my shoes, so every step I took, something new stabbed into my feet. My leg and cheek stung badly. My back ached from where Clary kicked me. I tripped over a branch and quickly regained myself. I still didn't understand why she would help me! She almost killed me, now she wants to let me go.

A thirteen year old was about to kill me, but Clary stopped him. The same girl that screwed me over so many times.

"Jace! Jace!" my head snapped up. Magnus was calling me from the front gates of the castle. He ran up to me and gave me a bone crushing hug. "Thank goodness! A few of the soldiers came back saying that the rest were killed! I was so afraid that I lost you!"

"Uh Magnus I can't breathe." He let me go in sounds of panic. The last thing I heard before blacking out was Magnus calling for help.

**break**

I awoke in a bed. Large room (fit for a king), king sized bed, huge walk in closet, large double doors leading outside. The castle.

All I remember was getting away (barely), running through the woods, and meeting Magnus. There was a knock at the door and I told them to come in. A servant girl said that the queen wanted to see me. I followed her to the main dining room.

"Glad your awake," the Queen said with a hint of annoyance. I took a seat at one end of the table, facing the Queen. "So, do tell me. What happened?"

I pondered over what to tell her, and what not to. "Well, we were walking in the woods when they ambushed us. I was fighting her and she won. I was unconscious for a while, but when I woke up they decided they wanted to execute me. But she saved me and let me go. She's so perfect and beautiful. Her fiery red hair glows in the sunlight and-"

"Woah. Woah. Woah. Who's 'they'? And who's this beautiful girl you're talking about?" The Queen asked angrily.

"The Midnight Bandits, of course," I said as if it was obvious. "And the girl is Clarissa Morgenstern. Your daughter."

The Queen eye's sparkled with humor. She laughed a evil laugh. Like a light switch (A/N: yes I realize they didn't have light switches. I'm just using it as a comparison) her expression turned angry and she banged her fist on the table. "Impossible. Clarissa Morgenstern is dead."

"But it's true. She's one of the Midnight Bandits. She goes by Clary Fray now," I argued.

"It couldn't have been her. You must be mistaken."

"She matched your description of her. Red hair and green eyes," I commented. "And they are beautiful."

(Queen's pov)

I paced the stage around my throne. Impossible. My daughter is dead. No way could she have survived for two years! Even if she is alive, Jace seems to have taken a liking in her.

And that has got to change.

I searched my dresser for a certain wooden box hidden beneath clothing.

"Here it is," I whispered to myself. Inside the wooden case was a small glass vile with a heart on it.

That night I called Jace to my bed room. "How can I be of service, My Lady?" Jace said.

"Oh I was just wanted some company." I patted the bed beside me. "Come sit."

He hesitantly walked up to the bed. "So tell me about Clary."

"She's magnificent-" blocked him out as I turned to get the drinks, but not before pouring the contents of the vile into Jace's cup. I handed it to him and he stopped his rambling to speak a "thank you" before going on again. "Aren't you glad to have your daughter back?"

I put on a smile. "Of course! Now, a toast to my daughter."

We raised our glasses in the air before taking a sip.

Jace was quiet for a moment with a confused look on his face. I smirked, "So do you love her?"

He shook his head. "No. I love you." Then he crashed his lips into mine.

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