A/N: Hey guys! I am loving the response that I am getting, and I would love to post my story quickly because who hates waiting. Literally everyone. As I said before I don't want to pass my beta. Someone said that they don't mind errors in the story if it can come quickly, which I totally understand, but this story is my baby I have been working on this for a year. I am not posting it unless it is as perfect as I can get it.

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Everyday Isabelle woke Clary up and they would set out to do their daily chores. She shifted herself into a better sitting position, as she stripped leaves back from maize. Her hands were cramping from the way the leaves have to be pulled away. It was mostly old women who shucked maize, she thought this was odd. Old women in the palace didn't really do anything but needle point. Maybe this is their variation of that?

"Back when I was young, woo, you should have seen Stephen's father. If you think that Stephen or even Jace is handsome, you should have seen their great grandfather. That was before they turned gold. He had deep brown hair with piercing blue eyes." She smiled deviously, tying maize to string to dry.

"Interesting." Clary laughed at the woman, who was clearly missing the olden days.

"He was a truly handsome man." She hummed, and the other women followed in suit.

"What was he like?" Isabelle asked, snickering.

"He was a true man, thick as a wall." She smiled, shaking her head. "Every woman wanted him, but he only had eyes for one." She tsked, sighing softly.

"Isn't that how it always works in the end?" Clary grinned at the woman, who nodded gently.

"Yes, it is, my dear." She hummed, strung up her maize before taking it to hang between a few trees.

Clary felt the grin rest lazily on her face. It was probably the longest she had smiled in a while, which made her a lot happier then she thought it would. She glanced up, seeing the children run around the common area. They squealed with laughter as they hit a ball around the sand.

She missed the innocence of her youth. Her innocence was non-existent now, which made a pang enter her heart. She used to love to run and play, but now she had obligations and social rules that she had to deal with.

The ball rolled over to her, and they kids came barreling toward them. She picked it up, quickly throwing it back, in which they shouted a thank you. She shook her head to their enthusiasm with her lips curled ever so slightly upwards. She wondered if her kids would have such joy. She may not want children with her current husband, but she always wanted to be pregnant and have a baby. She wanted something that she could love unconditionally and pour all of her time and devotion into like her mother had done before she passed away. She sighed softly, not knowing when that day would come.

OoOoO

Clary sat next to the women, cutting up various vegetables. She hadn't started working with the food until the week before because of the other tasks she had been doing. Isabelle explained that she would most likely be working on dinner every night from now on.

Clary learned that she was a fan of cooking. It was very methodical, but the tasks also varied. She slid the food into a large pot, which was filled with liquid and seasoning. She was set to grind some other herbs, and she hummed softly, as she kept working. She heard a voice call out to her, so she scanned the crowd until she found the owner.

"Over here." Jace called out to her. She passed her assignment off onto another, dusting her hands off, as she made her way to her husband. He was standing over a large piece of game, stripping it of unwanted meat.

"Yes?" She questioned, looking up at him.

"Can you grind up the spices in the mortar?" He pointed at the stone bowl beside him, tossing the fat off to the side. She nodded silently, sitting on her knees. She picked up the pastel, mashing the spices. He worked quietly next to her, and they found themselves in a comfortable lull. She poured the spice into a clay bowl before placing more spices to grind in the mortar. "Are you well?" He asked after a long time of working.

"Yes, I quite like cooking, although I assumed a man of your stature would be immune to such a task." She spoke softly, keeping her eyes cast down.

"Everyone chips in that's why I like here compared to the cities. There is no need for money because everyone is cared for and everyone has a purpose." He explained, scooping some of the spice she prepared.

"It is a fine idea in theory, but it would never work on a scale much larger than this." She sighed, knowing the burden would be lessened on so many poor if this system could be worked.

"That is very true." He breathed, rubbing the animal down spice.

"I would try to help those in need the best I could in the castle, but my father and brother always opposed me." She murmured, finishing up the last of the spices.

"That's very commendable of you." He complimented her with a gentle smile.

"Do you need anything else?" She got to her feet, watching him treat the meat with expert care.

"No, thank you very much." He nodded faintly, keeping his eyes on his task.

"I will see you at dinner." She backed away from him, returning to the women she was with before.

OoOoO

Dinner came about when the sun finally set. Clary found her way next to Jace, who was sipping his wine. She sighed a soft breath, knowing what was coming after dinner. It wasn't that she hated being with him, but she didn't like it. He no longer hurt her like he did the first night. He strived to be gentle with her, asking if she was alright.

It all felt so pointless because she had no intention of getting pregnant with his heir. She drank her tea every morning, keeping his seed from planting. She took a chug of her wine, letting the buzz settle in her mind. Clary watched the eyes followed the dancer, seeing the way they moved around the fire. She wished that she could live with such reckless abandonment, but that wasn't who she was. She was a princess, made to be poised and proper.

"More wine?" Jace asked, holding the pitcher. She shook her head, inhaling a breath through her nose. He kissed her cheek lightly, grinning faintly at her. She drew away, as he stroked her cheek. "Are you angry with me?" He questioned, looking curiously at her.

"No, of course not." She shook her head, gulping thickly.

"You just don't want me to touch you?" His voice was quiet enough so no one else could hear, and she didn't know how to respond. "It is alright, if that is what you want, but if it is, you need to tell me." He peered at her curiously, being sure to keep his hands away from her.

"Will you be angry if I don't know what I want?" She chewed on her lower lip, turning her eyes away from him. She did not yearn for his touch in the slightest, but he couldn't know that. He couldn't know that she had no intention of remaining to be his wife, so she had to leave that door open for him.

"No, why would I angry about such a thing?" He shook his head, taking a drink from his wine. "You let me know what you want, and I will do my best to provide it." He explained, resting his hand next to hers, but was intentional not to touch hers.

"Thank you." She murmured, feeling minor guilt seep into her heart. She did not like that she was leading him on, but she didn't have a choice. Her brother would hunt her down and gut her before he let her betray him. He terrified her to her very soul sometimes.

She shut down her thoughts of her brother, not needing him to fill her thoughts when darkness surrounded them. "On second thought, I will take that drink." She announced, looking up at Jace, who began pouring it for her. She downed the glass, knowing that she wouldn't feel that great in the morning, but a few glasses of wine never hurt anyone.

"More." She moved her glass closer to him. He furrowed his brow slightly at her, but didn't question her. He filled up her glass every time she asked, while she down them continuously throughout the night.

Her body felt warm. Warmer than normal at least. She was always warm here, which she hated. She hated to sweat, but here her body was constantly soaked. Everyone else seemed completely unaffected by the blazing heat, but she was struggling to adjust to the climate. Her skin was reddened, even though she spent most of her day in the tents.

"I think you've had enough." Jace chimed in, and she glared at him.

"I camf-" Her tongue was heavy in her mouth, which was weird. "I kanham-" She shook her head, placing her forehead on her palm. "I can drink what I want." She formed partly coherent sentence, sitting back up. Her head felt dizzy and woozy, as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"You can't speak right, and you expect me to believe that your body can handle more alcohol?" He raised an eyebrow at her, keeping the pitcher away from her.

"I wish I could do that with my eyebrow." She pointed, forgetting about her frustrations.

"What?" He sighed, glancing over her.

"You can raise one eye brow I wish I could do that." She mused, raising both of her eyebrows dramatically.

"I think it's time for you to go to bed." He sighed, getting to his feet. "Come on, I'll carry you." He held his arms out, and she shoved them away.

"I can get up on my own." She huffed, pushing against the short table to a standing position. The world seemed to sway, which confused Clary. The world never swayed before. Was there an earthquake? Hands braced her when the earth seemed to be getting closer to her, and they hulled her up right. "Oh, I was falling." She scoffed with amusement. Her feet came out from underneath her, but then she realized Jace was carrying her. She let herself snuggle against his hard body, as he brought her to their tent.

He set her down, and she began swaying again. She fell into a sitting position on their bed, feeling extremely woozy. She rubbed at her eyes, glancing over her husband. He was an incredibly handsome man. He kneeled in front of her as he began unlacing her top. She giggled quietly.

"Are you going to have sex with me?" She inhaled a breath through her nose, watching him work carefully to remove her top. Normally she would be embarrassed to be naked in front of him, but she found herself not caring.

"No," He sighed, tossing her top aside, as he began working on her skirt.

"Do you not want me?" She skimmed his eyes, feeling fuzzy all over.

"I want you very much." He started pulling her skirt down, and she lifted her hips up for him to remove it. He draped her thin silk robe over her shoulders before lying her down in bed. "Go to sleep." He spoke softly, stripping out of his leather pants, as he walked around the bed. She closed her eyes, and sleep found her instantly.

OoOoO

Clary woke up, thinking that she was in hell. It was hot, her head felt like it had split open, and her stomach felt like someone was ripping her guts out. She propped herself up, trying to actually wake up. She gulped thickly, feeling her stomach churn even more. She put her hand over her mouth, feeling her guts begin to move upwards. Someone handed her something, and she vomited into the container.

"I feel terrible." She grumbled, falling back against the bed.

"You drank a barrel of wine last night. Of course you feel terrible." He chuckled, pushing her messy hair away from her face.

"Why didn't you stop me sooner?" She sniffed, covering her eyes with something fuzzy.

"You looked like you needed to forget something." He shrugged, getting to his feet.

"Did you change me?" She wrinkled her nose, noticing the silk on her skin.

"It isn't good to sleep in leathers. I promise I was a perfect gentleman." He assured her. "I'll get our healer. You take it easy today." He shrugged on his vest, exiting their home. She curled up into a ball, covering her face with their blanket. She had never drank enough to get this hungover before and she never wanted to do it again. She could hardly remember anything that happened last night.

"Hello, hello," A voice sang, as she peeked her eyes out. "I'm Magnus the town's healer." He kneeled next to the bed, pulling out herbs and liquids. "Jace said you have a violent hangover." He hummed.

"Yes, I do." She looked him up and down, quickly realizing that he wasn't from here.

"Drink this." He handed her a concoction.

"Do I have to?" Clary sniffed it, and it smelled awful.

"If you want a week-long recovery, then no." He smiled a cat-like smile, packing up his herbs. She took a gulp, and started gagging violently.

"More." He tipped the glass, and she forcible swallowed the thick liquid. She grabbed the bucket she threw up in before and empty her stomach until she was throwing up stomach acid. Her stomach convulsed with exhausted pain, as she collapsed back against the bed.

"Was that supposed to happen?" She wiped away the tears that welled in her eyes, as she looked over at him.

"Yep. It purges your stomach. Now drink this tonic." He handed it to her, and she wrinkled her nose. "It taste like peaches, and it won't make you throw up. I promise." He dangled the vial in front of her. She sipped the liquid, seeing if her stomach stayed where it was supposed to be. It remained in her abdomen, so she swallowed the rest of the liquid with ease.

"There you go." He nodded with a grin. "You should probably take it easy till the sun goes down, but after that you can enjoy the rest of the night. I would not recommend drinking that much, but it's up to you." He chuckled, getting to his feet.

"Alright." She rolled over, curling into a ball. She was never going to drink that much again because she did not want to ever feel this dead inside again.

OoOoO

Clary exited their tent when the sun went down, beginning to feel slightly human again. The sounds of the drums made her head pound, but it was a small price to pay for drinking a barrel of wine. She collapsed next to Jace, leaning heavily against the table in front of her.

"Feeling any better?" He asked, serving her a plate full of food.

"A little." She grumbled, running her hand through her locks.

"That's good." He hummed, moving the wine pitcher away from her. "I don't think you need this tonight." He teased.

"Har har." She rolled her eyes, taking a bite of food. She didn't realize how dry her throat was until she tried to swallow. She made a disgusted face, asking for the water. She chugged a large amount of the cool liquid, savoring how it felt in her throat.

"I remember the first time I drank myself into a stupor, or, rather, I remember the morning afterwards. That night I had apparently gotten into a fight, killed a goat, lost my virginity, and I lit a cactus on fire. Now I don't remember any of this, of course, but my father gave me a tongue lashing." He chuckled, as she shook her head at him.

"At least when I was in stupor I stayed in one place." She snorted with a faint smile.

"Yes, you were much less embarrassing then I was." He laughed, turning his eyes to hers. His laughter died down, but his gaze remained locked with hers. There was something different about the way he was looking at her. It almost appeared that he was looking at her with affection, which was odd because he never looked at her like that. He always seemed to pity her, but something had change in the last 24 hours.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, feeling her cheeks flame up.

"No, why?" He looked at her oddly before eating some food.

"Nothing." She whispered, shaking her head. "Thank you for getting Magnus. I felt really crappy this morning." She murmured, biting her lip.

"It was no problem." He shrugged his shoulders slightly.

OoOoO

Clary grunted loudly, flinging her staff towards Isabelle. She liked the idea of training but when she actually participated in it, she hated it. More often than not, she would get smacked in the face with a stick, and Clary almost never got a hit in.

"Come on, Clary." Isabelle huffed, shaking her head. "You have to do the moves that I show you, or at least block yourself." She explained, circling around her.

"I'm trying." She sighed, whipping her hair to the side.

"Show me the set again." She said, taking a step back.

Clary went through the motions, feeling like she was doing the set correctly. "You aren't holding the staff high enough." Isabelle circled around her, lifting it up higher. "Do it again."

"My arms are sore." She grumbled, dropping her arms.

"I don't care. You need to start getting it together. If anything happens, you don't want to be defenseless." She chided her, picking her arms back up.

"Fine." She muttered, going through it once again.

"Your strength doesn't come just from your arms, but your back. Straighten yourself, pull your shoulder blades together, and try again." She ordered, propping her staff against the sand.

Clary inhaled a deep breath, twirling the staff in her arms. She kept her back taut, trying to put strength into every move, as she completed the set. She panted heavily, feeling soreness creep across her back. She put the staff in the sand, hoping she didn't it right.

"Better," Isabelle nodded, stepping over to her. "Now, let's practice." She gestured for her to try to hit.

OoOoO

Clary was sitting on their bed, as she pulled at her neck. Her entire body felt stiff from the work and training she had been doing. She could feel her body getting stronger, but her muscles were sore. She closed her eyes, huffing in frustration, as Jace slipped into their tent. "What's wrong?" He furrowed his brow at him in confusion.

"My muscled are all coiled up on each other." She rolled her shoulders before they dropped.

"Lie on your stomach." He tossed his vest aside, climbing up on the bed.

"I don't know if I am up for this tonight. My body is in so much pain." She sighed, running her fingers through her hair.

"I know. Trust me, alright?" He murmured, encouraging her to lay down. She did as he said, wandering what he was planning on doing. She shivered when he pulled her robe off of her back, leaving it just above her behind. She felt his hands on her, inhaling a sharp breath, as he rolled his fingers into her back. He pressed his hands into her muscles on her back, sliding them to her neck. A small moan escaped her mouth, making her tense. "You are allowed to make noises and get comfortable." His fingers paused, as his eyes met hers.

She laid her head back on the pillow, releasing a small breath. He had no idea what was going on. She felt like she wasn't allowed to enjoy being with him because she was a plant, trying to get him- What would happen if they were traitors? Would her brother just annihilate them all, or what would happen? He readjusted his hands, moving them against the muscles in her back.

"Why can't you relax?" He asked softly, lying next to her.

"I don't know." She breathed, tucking her arms against her sides, trying to feel secure in herself.

"I get that you didn't want to get married. I didn't either, but why can't we just enjoy each other? That's what married people are supposed to do." He stroked her cheek before sliding his thumb over her lips. "Do you hate me that much?" He cupped her neck lightly, ruffling bits of her hair along with it.

"I don't hate you." She could see that he didn't understand. He didn't understand why she was holding back, and she couldn't tell him. She didn't hate him, but she didn't want to stay here. She wanted to go back to a place with a bath, where she wasn't always covered in sweat, and where she could be decent. She wanted to be in the home she was raised in, where she was comfortable and content.

"Then why?" He dropped his hand, looking curiously at her.

"I just- this place is foreign. I'm stressed out all the time, and I just- I'm tired." She explained, as he pulled the covers over them. He nodded, trying to understand. He rolled onto his back, propping his arm behind his head. "It's not you. I'm really trying to just fit in right now and find my place." She whispered, not wanting him to be angry at her.

"Your place is as my wife." He explained softly.

"It isn't that simple and you know it." She bit her lip, pulling her robe sleeves back on.

"It should be that simple." He murmured, staring at the ceiling.

"You are an important figure here. I have to be seen as one of you, and that is really hard for me to do. I haven't been comfortable since I got here, telling me I'm allowed to feel comfortable doesn't help me."

OoOoO

Morning rolled around a few hours later and Jace was long gone. She climbed out of bed, seeing another new stack of papers on his desk. She flipped through the papers, seeing that they were list of males and females. It took her a second to realize it list of people who were married. After that list, there was another one of children who were recently born.

She had been looking through his documents for months, and they were always things like this. She had yet to see any planning for a coup, which would be odd for a group who was planning a rebellion. It would take months and months of preparation to get close to winning a fight in her castle.

"Hey there!" Isabelle slipped into the tent, making Clary flinch heavy.

"Hey," She set the papers down, trying not to look too suspicious.

"Are you going through Jace's desk?" She chuckled, lifting the top paper.

"Yes," She admitted, biting her lip. She knew Isabelle didn't think anything of it, or she would have already accused her of being a spy. "I get curious sometimes, so I flip through his papers." She shrugged her shoulders, drifting away from the desk. "Where are we working today?" She asked, trying to change the subject from her snooping.

"You are going to work with Magnus today. I have a lot of duties that I have had to put aside since you came around. I need to make an excursion out to the nearest town to gather some medicines that we can't make here, so you'll actually be working with Magnus for a few days." She explained, striding out of the tent. Clary was curious about working with the healer. She always thought medicines were so odd. They could heal the sickest of people by some miracle. It was quite amazing.

Clary slipped into another tent, which seemed larger than most. There were five cots lined up with a large table in the middle that was stacked with shelves. "Hello darlings," Magnus fluttered out of another flap that was attached to this tent. "I'm so glad I have a helper this week. We get a lot of accidents and burns." Magnus explained, moving over to the center table. "And I believe everyone should have knowledge about medicines, even a princess." He smiled at her.

"I'm going to head out." Isabelle spoke up before heading out the door.

"See you later." Clary yelled after her.

"Now, we mostly get fevers and minor injuries, but sometimes we get a case of sun sickness." Magnus explained, sitting by a table. "These are for disinfecting. If someone comes in with an injury, these need to be applied to the area, and covered with bandages…"

Clary thought all these herbs were interesting. She knew that a lot of hers had healing properties, but she never actually knew what they were. She was going to enjoy spending time with Magnus more than she thought.

A/N: So when I starting writing this, I didn't realize I had Clary get drunk like 3 or 4 chapters in a row. Lol. Honestly I don't blame her, but just fair warning she drinks in excess at least one more time.

I know you guys are itching for some more Clace, and I promise that it is coming. Trust me at some point all this story is is Clace, but it had to start with a slow burn. Give it a few more chapters. :p

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