A/N: Hey guys! It's time for the wedding. I loved writing this so much. I hope all of you are having a happy thanksgiving and happy holidays! I'm stuffed with turkey and mac and cheese. I am ready for some sleep and relaxation, but I wanted to finish this first.

Please enjoy!

Clary groaned, as Isabelle busted into her room. She knew she had to wake up early today because today was her wedding. It was the event that everyone has been waiting for, and she was ready for it to be over with. All the people, and the dancing, and the feasting tired her out. She was ready for a break. She wanted to sleep in and spent time actually getting to know Jace. All these events really hindered that. One of her ladies was assigned to getting her ready for the big day, and she didn't want one of those other girls to do it. They were a nightmare to be around, only talking about gossip and clothes. She didn't care about any of that stuff. She cared about real life.

"Come on, Clary, darling." Isabelle ushered her out of bed, leading her to a table filled with fragrances and elixirs. "Arms up." She ordered, grabbing the hem of her nightgown to remove it. Isabelle poured the perfumes into her hands, beginning to rub them over her slim body. The sweet sent filled her nostrils, letting her know that she wasn't going to smell bad at her wedding. She, like many other women, attempted to be as clean as she could at all times. This was a regular treatment for her, so she had gotten used to it. Normally, one of her servants did it, but since it was the wedding it was the maid of honors job to do.

"It's freezing in here." Clary shivered, crossing her arms over her exposed chest. She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling a chill run down his spine. She wanted to put her dress back on, but she had to finish preparing her skin. Next she rubbed delicate oils along her skin, which made it a feel soft and milky. Jace better appreciate this because her treatments lasted much longer and with more oils.

"Well you are naked." Isabelle rolled her eyes teasingly, spreading more fragranced liquid over her.

"Very true." She sighed, squeaking as Isabelle moved to her lower region without warning. When Isabelle finished cleansing her, Clary pulled on her white slip. Clary felt tense, picking at her fingers, as Isabelle put the dry shampoo into her hair. She knew this was probably going to be the most anxious she was all day. She had to spend hours preparing for her future husband, and all she knew was that she wanted him to be better than her previous husband. From what she has learned he is better than him, but she didn't think much of Sebastian until after they were married. She wants someone to love her. Is that too much to ask for? She prayed that this would be better, that he would be as good as he is now, but he could change. Gosh, she was over thinking this.

"Are you ok?" Isabelle brushed her hair rhythmically.

"Yes, I'm fine." She released a shaky breath, shaking her head.

"No, you're not. Tell Izzy what's going on." She ordered kindly, trying to look out for the bride to be.

"I'm just scared." Clary's voice cracked, as a tear ran down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, knowing that it was silly to cry. She should be happy right now.

"Why?" Isabelle exhaled in surprise, stopping her movements.

"I'm scared Jace will be like Sebastian. He didn't care about me. It hurt me to be ignored and violated the way he did to me, and I can't go through that again." She sniffed, biting her lip to keep from whimpering.

"Hey." Isabelle moved around her, and crouched down in front of her. "Clary, Jace is like my brother. He grew up next to me my whole life, and he would never do that to you. He is completely fascinated by you. He takes care of the women around him. He will take care of you. I hate to bring this up because it might hurt you to know, but I'm going to say it anyway. Jace use to have affairs with a lot of married women, and the second you two were engaged he called it off with all of them. He said he didn't want to unfaithful to his future wife. Clary, he will always care. He cares about everything. Most of all you." She encouraged the young bride, trying to keep her calm. Clary pursed her lips, forcing back the lump in her throat down. "You are going to be fine, and I'll be living with you guys. So if he's being a dick, you can spend time with me. Ok." She squeezed my hand lightly, encouraging Clary to continue getting ready.

"Thank you." A faint smile broke out across her face, as she hugged the women in front of her tightly.

"What are friends for?" She climbed back to her feet, beginning to run a comb through her hair again.

She knew that she had to get the shampoo out of her hair before she could do anything, and her hair was so long, who knew how long it might take. She couldn't help but think it was weird that they spend all this time beautifying her when she would probably never look like this again. The brush soothingly racked through her hair to remove the dry clay, causing Clary's eyes to fall shut. Isabelle's speech made her a lot better. She knew should make it through the wedding without breaking down.

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Jace stood stiffly at the end of aisle next to the pastor. He was nervous. Jace was not a man to get nervous, but right now he was sweating through every layer of clothing on his body. He hated the feeling that settled in his gut, as he waited for his bride to walk down the aisle. She was late. She still wasn't here, and he had been waiting here for at least 15 minutes. He knew that it wasn't uncommon for bride to be late. Alec kept reminding him every few minutes about that fact. Jace couldn't tell if it was soothing him or making him more stressed, so Jace just stayed quiet in his thoughts. His fingers padded against his thighs as he continued to wait. Does it really take women this long to get ready? He forced back a groan, wondering if he should ask Alec to check up on her. What if she left? What if she changed her mind about getting married?

He couldn't think that way right now. It was just making him sweat even more, which was not something that he could do right now. He hoped that he didn't stink. She has been acting warmly towards him since their kiss. That's a good thing right? Everything seemed fine, and now she is 30 minutes late to their wedding. He wanted to pace, but he knew that wasn't allowed. Everyone started to whisper, making him cringe. This was a terrible idea. Why did he come up with this idea? He didn't want to get married. What was he thinking?

His head shot up when the organ began playing through the church. She was there. He let out a sigh in relief, shaking the doubts from his mind. It just took her a while to get ready. It's all good. He let his fears subside, letting himself take her in.

She was in an elaborate blue dress. He knew the cut of the dress wasn't normally used for a wedding dress. It a lot less conservative, but it was still very lovely. Wedding dresses were typically coved almost every inch of skin, while her sleeves hung off her shoulder, exposing them to the world. She didn't seem concerned about it though. She held her head high, walking with confidence. Her corset was strung up in the front, and the skirts flowed out from her hips in thick luscious layers. He exhaled a shaky breath, confirming that she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever met. He wanted to draw every inch of her. The thought made him wonder if she would let him do that. Her veil left her face uncovered, and she had a smile on her face. He grinned bashfully, enjoying how happy she looked. Her face set his nerves at ease almost completely. He could feel his heart continuing to pound heavily as she approached him. She stopped in front of him, and she could see the redness of her cheeks. She looked up at him through her lashes, radiating pure innocence. He knew that she technically wasn't, but for some reason he didn't count her relationship with her husband.

"Hi." He whispered, reaching out to touch the flower crown that rested on her head.

"Hi." She bit her lip, glancing shyly away from him. He didn't mean to handle her little flower crown, but it was filled with white lilies and roses, which were his favorite flowers.

"We are gathered here today..." The pastor started his speech about love and marriage. Jace stopped paying attention to the ceremony. He knew the only that involved him was the part at the end, so the next hour was going to be a long ordeal. He started think about how he was going to depict her. He knew it was going to be different from when he painted her the first time. This time she isn't a client, she's his wife. His view of her has changed so much since they first met, and he wanted to get that on paper. He wanted to start with her eyes. They were so green that he felt like he was falling into a cool pasture of grass when he looked into them. Then he would do her cheeks. He liked the way they turned pink when she was feeling shy or embarrassed. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to see how soft her skin was, but he knew that he would get some weird looks if he did that now. He smirked faintly at the idea of doing that in the middle of the ceremony, but he squashed that idea.

"Jace, Clarissa, take each other's hand." The pastor cleared his throat, getting Jace's attention. He held his right hand out and her hand clasp onto his lightly. A piece of leather was tied around their wrist, symbolizing their eternal bond that was being created. "Jace, do you take Clary to be your lawfully wedded wife under God and man?" He asked the young man.

"I do." He nodded, releasing a breath that he didn't know he was holding. This was it.

"Clarissa, do you take Jace to be your lawfully wedded husband under God and man?" The pastor turned to petite girl.

"I do." Her gaze flicked between the two men. He felt his shoulders relax because he knew without a doubt that she was now his. He didn't realize how worried that he was about her possibly backing out of the wedding. Not only would it have been embarrassing, but he would have been crushed. The realization surprised him. He wandered why that was.

"This chalice is filled with the Blood of Christ that will create a bond between them until they are separated by death. Take and drink." He held the goblet out between them, and the both held it with their free hands. He led the cup closer to her, letting her drink first. She gulped the liquid, licking her lips as he led the cup away from her. He quickly took a drink, but his eyes stayed on her. He felt his body hum with satisfaction from the events that just occurred. "You are now one." He announced taking the cup, and untying their arms. "You may kiss the bride."

Jace pulled her form against his, firmly planting his lips on hers. She molded against him, as his mouth ravished hers. He knew this was inappropriate, but he didn't care. He had wanted to do this since he saw her, and he was going for it. He broke away from her, cupping her cheek gently. She forced back laughter, as she glanced over at the masses that were clapping for them. She leaned against his chest, making him smile widely.

A/N: Yay their married! Super cute wedding in my point of view. I researched these weddings, and blue in the renaissance mean purity instead of white. I took some creative liberties. I hope I got pretty close to the real weddings!

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