A/N: Hey guys! I just had an amazing weekend with God at a women's retreat, which made like my life. If any of you don't know God and want to leave a review message me, I would love to talk to you.

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Jace couldn't believe he was doing this. He never wanted to get married, but this magnificent girl hypnotized him. He had never seen a woman who could draw like that before. The lines were smooth yet defined, shading that looked like it took years of practice, and she called them silly doodles. Those were works of art. It took me years of practice and training to draw as wonderfully as she could.

"Jace." Valentine sounded surprised, as the younger man stepped into his study.

"Mr. Morgenstern." Jace bowed faintly, taking a deep breath.

"I thought you were going to speak to Clary and leave." He walked over to me, clasping his hands in front of him. Valentine seemed confused about why he returned to the study, as he got to his feet.

"Yes, I know. I decided something." Jace inhaled, suddenly feeling overcome with nerves. He hadn't been thinking at all. He knew she was right outside, pressing her ear against the door trying to listen. He made this decision. Even if it was a snap decision, he was following through with it. No turning back.

"What is that, son?" Valentine furrowed his brow, obviously not understanding why Jace was still in his home.

"I would like your daughters hand in marriage." He announced, trying his hardest to keep his voice steady. Has Valentine always been that tall? Jace suddenly felt like he was staring up at the man to talk to him. Gosh, this was a bad idea, wasn't it? No, no, everything is fine. Clary is beautiful. Red curls hanging down her shoulders, a soft roe color spread across her defined cheeks, and a petite body covered in elaborate fabric.

"You want to marry my Clarissa?" He said slowly, as if the idea was insane.

"Yes, she is a fascinating young woman. I think she would make an interesting wife me. I enjoy a woman who challenges the people around her." Jace told him, even though it wasn't necessarily true. He wanted her for her artist abilities. "I'll accept whatever dowry you have saved for her at this moment and I don't mind that she isn't virgin. Most women who aren't 12 aren't pure anymore. Besides I don't want to teach a girl how to have sex it's incredibly tedious." He paused, realizing what he just said. he felt so stupid. Why did he say that? "I'm so sorry." His eyes widened, as he saw Valentine begin to grimace at him. His lip turned into a snarl, making Jace gulp "I meant to say that someone who is experience tends to be a better partner." Jace gritted his teeth, knowing that wasn't any better. What is wrong with him? "I mean-" Valentine put his hand up, thankfully silencing a babbling Jace

"Just forget about it before you make things worse." Valentine growled, glaring at the young man in front of him.

"That's probably a good idea." He bit his lip, trying to calm himself down. Valentine gripped the brim of his nose, sighing audibly.

"I want her to marry a noble man, who lives in the country. Not some artist that lives in Florence with us. The city isn't good for her." He crossed his arms, blowing out a frustrated breath. Jace couldn't tell if he was frustrated with him or his daughter.

"Well I have an estate in the country I inherited from my father, who was a noble man, which makes me one." He smirked slightly, proud of his status in society. "I spend most of my time there because that's where my studio is. I only come here for a couple a months to do the rounds on the elites who can't drop by my villa." Jace started to feel a pit form in his stomach from Valentines harsh glare. Has he always looked evil?

"Why do you want my daughter? Her last husband pretending to be cordial until after they were married, and he treated her very poorly. I want you to be frank with me, Jace. I don't want her to get hurt again" Valentine snarled, furrowing his brow at the young man in front of him.

"She's interesting. I enjoy someone who can think outside the box." He hardly knew her, and he knew that he couldn't tell her father about the art. He had a plan. No one could know that she was doing art.

"You like her because she's stubborn." He raised an eye brow at him.

"I guess." Jace squinted his eyes slightly, beginning to feel this conversation spiral into almost non-existence. He couldn't tell if this was working or not because of Valentine's stoic face. "Would it change your mind if I asked her for her approval before I approached you about our arrangement, and she said ok?" Jace forced a terribly fake smile, but he hoped it was work.

"She did?" He hummed low in his throat, as he rubbed the side of his beard.

"Yes." He nodded, seeing Valentine start to sway Jace's direction.

"Fine." He exhaled a breath, dropping his arms in defeat. "I would like the money I gave you for doing her portrait back as a down payment for my daughter's hand." He held his hand out with a huff. Jace pulled the pouch of coins out of his pocket, reaching his hand out reluctantly. He should have done this at a different time because this was a lot of money. It was a lot more money than a normal down payment for a betrothal, so if he decides to back out he has to pay him 4 times that.

"Go home. I'll send you a corresponded when I have time to work out the details." He tossed the coin purse onto the desk.

"I look forward to it." Jace sauntered out of the room maintaining an air of confidence, slowly deflating as the door was door was firmly shut behind him. He could see Clary standing in front of him, probably looking just as terrified as he did.

"W-what did he say?" She stammered, chewing on her lip.

"He said yes. I gave your father the down payment." He pushed himself off the door, reminding himself that he was doing this for a good reason. Not only was she beautiful, but she had the potential to be an amazing artist. That's what he wanted. He's never met a woman who actually wanted to do art, and he wanted her. Most women he would just try to charm into his bed, but he knew he couldn't do that with her. Her husband recently died, and she looked far too sweet to fall for his typical act. Apparently he also treated her poorly, which made him a little hesitant.

"Wow, really?" Her mouth hung slightly, as her eyebrows popped up.

"Of course, I told you he would. I'm going to go home, but it was a pleasure meeting you." He picked up her hand, kissing her knuckles lightly. Her face turned pink, making him grin faintly. Her face had been like that most of the time he spent together. It gave her a certain type of innocence, even though he knew she wasn't. "Sleep well tonight." He nodded respectfully at her, squeezing her hand lightly.

"You too." She murmured, inhaling a small breath. Jace walked past her, trying to calm his nerves.

"Thank you." She called after him, making him stop in his tracks.

"For what?" He questioned, glancing over at her in surprise.

"For taking an honest interest in me." She kept her eyes cast down, looking nervous and vulnerable. That husband did a number on her.

"It was nothing." He felt sympathetic for the girl, so he walked back over to her. He gazed into her big green eyes, seeing a frightened little girl in them. He hesitantly held her cheeks, stroking them gently. He was surprised about how soft they were, and he wondered if the rest of her body felt that way. He quickly shook his head, remembering now wasn't the time. "You are magnificent. Remember that. You are not an object to be used as arm candy. You are beautiful and have a mind of your own. Start acting like it." He spoke as respectively as he could, but he knew it was a little harsh.

"Alright." She exhaled a solid breath, as he dropped his hands from her face. He could see her self-esteem grow in her eyes.

"Alright." He grinned, moving backwards. "You be good. Do let anyone see you drawing. I have a plan." He pointed at her, as he walked towards the front door. He ran down the front steps to his carriage, ready to collapse in bed.

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Jace got home a couple hours later. He spent most of his time in the carriage thinking about her. He didn't think it was a mistake. He knew that. That didn't mean he wasn't terrified. He was never going to get married because he enjoyed the single life. He rather enjoyed luring noblemen wives into his bed, but if he was getting married, he was going to stay faithful to her. Jace didn't think he would have too much of a problem staying with his wife to be because she is so beautiful. When he stepped into his house he saw some women's gloves sitting in the entrance. He sighed, seeing more clothes trailing the hallway. He trudged into his room, seeing a very naked Kaelie in his bed. He inhaled a breath, ruffling his hair.

"Hey there." She bit her lip, sitting up. The covers feel away from her chest, flashing her perky breast to the room.

"I didn't realize you were coming over today." He gulped, trying to force his boy to calm down.

"I thought I would surprise you." She hummed, crawling out of bed.

"I'm very surprised." His eyes were glued to her body immediately. The smooth tanned skin curved around her form, making his stomach roll in arousal.

"Good." She grabbed his shirt, pulling him against her. He realized that didn't like it. How did he not like this anymore? Clary wouldn't act like this because she respects herself. She might get a little nervous, but she would have present herself like this.

"Get out." He removed her hands from his shirt, taking a step back.

"What?" She snapped, ripping her wrist from his hands.

"Get out. I don't want you to come around here again." He reached down to grab her slip.

"You can't be serious!" She exclaimed. "I gave you everything. I was your muse." She stammered, holding the cloth up to her body.

"I'm getting married. I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to do this to her." He spoke softly, trying not to offend her even more.

"Married? You can't just do this to me, Jace." Tears started to trickle down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry. Go back to your husband. Merlion is a good guy, Kaelie. Let him take care of you." He encouraged, reaching out to her.

"Don't touch me." She sniffled, struggling to put on her shift. "I can't believe I fell for this." She shook her head, hurrying out the door.

"I'm so sorry." He called after her.

A/N: So they are getting married! Yay! What do you think their relationship is going to be like?

The next chapter is going to be fun. My best friend/roommate loves the renaissance, and gave me a lot of info about pre-weddings in his time. It should be interesting. I don't typically write in third person, so I'm still learning. I hope I'm doing good. Next chapter I am going to be jumping around I think.

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