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Clary never knew getting a portrait done would take so long. She knew that they took a fair amount of time, but she felt like she had been sitting for hours. The silence between the two didn't make things any better for her. All she could do was sit there, feeling Jace's gaze linger on her every few moments. The pose he had her only gave her a little glimpse of what he was doing. She wanted to see what he was doing, yet as the subject of the painting she knew that it wasn't allowed. The idea of her painting made her all jittery. If she wasn't so flustered around him, she might ask to tag along when he did another portrait. She knew that it was a dumb idea, and her father would never allow her to go. It didn't stop her curiosity though.

"Miss Clarissa you need to tip your head back down just a little. I'm almost done with your face." He assured her, returning the brush back to the canvas. She did as he said, sighing heavily. Her neck started to ache, but she ignored it.

"You may call me Clary. The only person to ever refer to me at Clarissa is my father and my late husband." She clasped her hands a little tighter, knowing that it wasn't the most proper thing in the world to have a stranger call you by such a familiar name, but Clarissa feels so formal. She didn't like being referred to in the name her two least favorite people call her. She hated it.

"Very well." His tone seemed a little more chipper then normal. It is very possible she just imaged it. She was bored, and found him to be quite fetching. She wondered if he felt the same way see did. She was young, and beautiful, and smart. He was rather suggestive in front of her father, but that doesn't mean anything. Does it? She never really paid attention to boys growing up because she knew it was pointless to fantasize when she was younger. By the time she was 10 she was engaged to Sebastian, so when she entered the phase in her life were boys were interesting, she was already tied down with nowhere to go. She already knew what her whole life was going to look like, but know she did know. Sebastian wasn't supposed to die. She wasn't supposed to get ruined and have to search for a husband once again. "Ok, you can lift your head up if you want." He exhaled a breath, wiping the sweat off of his brow. She lifted her head back up, reaching up to rub her neck lightly. It felt glorious to be able to move her neck again.

"Your hands." He stated without even looking at her.

"Oh." She pursed her lips, putting them back in their place.

"Thank you." He hummed, turning his eyes back to her. Now that she could see his gaze on her, she felt her face flush with heat. She felt like he was examining every little part of her, which was true.

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After another few hours, Jace put his brushes down, running his fingers into his locks. Clary adjusted her stance awkwardly, realizing that her butt was now completely numb. She wondered what he was doing, but didn't say anything.

"Oh, you can get up." He spoke up after a few second. She released a breath, dropping her posture in a very unladylike way, as she got to her feet. It felt so good to relax.

"Can I see?" She questioned, stepping closer to him.

"Of course, it isn't done though. I just finished you, and outlined the surroundings." He explained, stepping aside so she could stand in front of it.

She cocked her head to the side, looking over the beautiful painting. It was strange. She almost didn't recognize herself. She looked like an adult instead of the kid she sees in the mirror, which she couldn't comprehend. There was no way she looked like that. She didn't even realize that she had reached out to touch it until Jace caught her wrist. She flinched, feeling a spark run down her spine. His fingers lingered on her arm, but he reluctantly let go.

"The paint isn't dry yet." He said softly

"Is this what I really look like?" She murmured, keeping her eyes locked on the painting.

"Yes, it is." He nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her cheeks got even hotter than they already where. There was no way she was pretty. She bit her lip, turning slightly to look over at him. "Um… you can go. I'm going to finish up the details in the scenery, so…" He trailed off, scratching the back of his ear.

"Oh, sorry." She shook her head, snapping herself back into reality.

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She had been sitting in the common room since she left Jace. She scrubbed the charcoal against the paper, creating images from around her life. This was Clary's guilty pleasure. She knew that women weren't really artist, but it really helped her relax. Art fascinated her, and it was the reason she was so curious about painting.

"Hey, your father said you were in here." Jace's voice entered the private area, making her snap the little sketch book closed. "What was that?" He questioned, sitting next to her on the couch.

"It's nothing." She stammered, feeling her cheeks turn bright red.

"If it's nothing, then I can see it." He plucked the book out of her hand, and she scrambled to get it back. He stood up quickly, flipping the pages open, as she fell off the chair in a tangled heap of her skirts. "Did you draw these?" He breathed, flipping carefully through the pages.

"Yes." She spoke softly, casting her eyes downwards. Embarrassment seemed into her gut, as she pushed herself off the ground. He was a true artisan, while she was just a silly girl, who had no right to do anything like that. She was supposed to assist her mother in being head of the house, she was not supposed to goof around in hat little book. "I know I shouldn't be doodling like that, and that they aren't very good. Could you please give it back?" She held out her hand, wishing he would her give the book back. The longer he held the book, the more her stomach twisted in knots. No one has ever seen that before, yet this man takes it from her without a second thought. She didn't know what to think of that, but she knew that she wanted her property back.

"Not very good." He breathed, letting his finger drift over the page. "I've been an artist for most of my life and I have been a mentoring for five. This is some of the most outstanding work I've seen in my life. You have had no formal training, correct?" He kept his eyes glued to the book, looking at it with wonder.

"No, sir." She shook her head, feeling completely astonished. Not only did he depict her beautifully in her portrait, but he was complimenting her past time. Were they really that good? She had no idea, but his words made her feel nervous. Could he really be that impressed?

"I wonder what you could do if you had a real canvas." His eyes turned up to mine. "Marry me." He stated calmly, as he closed the sketch book.

"W-what?" Clary stammered, widening her eyes at him.

"Marry me, and I will make you one of the most renowned artist in Italy." He held the book out to her, scanning her face for an answer.

"We can't just get married!" She exclaimed loudly, snatching the book from him. "And you know as well as I do that a woman isn't allowed to be an artisan. I don't have a very large dowry right now because my husband died a few months ago. I'm a ruined woman do you really want that?" She snapped, clutching the book to her check.

"Ruined?" He breathed, stepping close enough to her to touch her cheek lightly. "You are one of the most lovely creatures to walk this earth. I do not care for money or status of your virtue. I care for your mind through. This is a gift." He pointed at the book. "Let me harvest it. I cannot do that if we are not married. You can't be in your father's house or married to another because they will never allow it, but this is what I do." She starred at him in complete shock, as he spoke. This isn't something she could do. Is it? She never really gave her doodle a second glance, but now here is a man saying that it is a gift. He stayed silent for a few minutes, waiting for her to say something that might not ever come. "Think about it this way. I will teach you to refine your skills. I am young with a large estate left behind from my father, I am handsome, and I could probably give you everything you have ever wanted from this world. Love. Adventure. Contentment. Any other man that asks for your hand will only want you for two things, your dowry and your body. While I do enjoy your body, what I really want is your hands to create beautiful works of art." He stated, still trying to comprehend her silence. No one has ever been so blunt with her before, and she didn't know if she liked it or not. The tension between the two was building, but Clary didn't know what to do. Jace stood here asking for her hand. No one has ever done this to her. No one has ever spoken like this to her.

"I don't know what to do." She admitted quietly, after what seemed like hours.

"Say yes." He stepped closer to her form, holding her arms lightly. "Say yes." He breathed again, starring into her deep green eyes.

"Even if I say yes, that doesn't mean my father will." She broke her gaze away from his, feeling like it was penetrating her very soul. Does she want this? The words he spoke had so much since, but so confusing at the same time. She didn't understand what was going on. Her stomach churned with the thought of going through with this, and she didn't know if that was bad or good.

"I can convince him." He shrugged, sliding his hands down to tangle with her fingers. "I don't want to pursue this if this isn't something you want, but you say the word and I am yours." He brought her hands to his lips, kissing them lightly.

"Alright." She breathed, not believing that the words escaped her mouth. She just agreed to marry the man in front of her. She was in complete shock.

"Looks like I am going to speak to your father." He smiled, running off. Her jaw was hanging open from complete shock. What just happened?

"Wait! Now?" She widened her eyes, racing after him.

"Yes now!" A carefree smile was stretched across his face, as he stopped just outside my father's study. "Wait here. I'll be out in a little bit." Before she could say anything else he disappeared into the room in front of her. She quickly put her head against the door trying to hear.

A/N: Woo Jace proposed! How do you guys think Valentine will react to this? Do you think he's going to be ok with this?

Also the picture I made for this keeps going away and it's really bothering me.

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