A/N: Hahaha. I love your guy's response. I knew that it would a little controversial, but in all honesty when people get angry they do weird things. I was going to change the ending because I thought it wouldn't be a good idea, but the way I thought about it, it was like the last wall between them came down. Jace suddenly understood everything about her. He really does care about her, and I don't want you guys to think he was threatening her because he didn't want any of that for her. He just knew his father would enforce his threats.

Please don't be angry at Jace. :)

Also, I want to give a shout out to my Beta Scared of Scars. She has been doing some amazing work for me, and I am so thankful for her help in perfecting my baby right here.

Clary panted heavily, closing her eyes. Jace chuckled quietly next to her, seeming extremely proud of himself, which just made her roll her eyes. She turned onto her side, looking over at him. "You were definitely holding back." He grunted, running his hand over his stomach.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes, pulling up the pelts.

"Did you actually…" He panted, looking over the skin that wasn't exposed.

"I did." She smiled, biting her lip to conceal it. "And it was really great." Her voice was breathy, as she felt the aftermath around her. She moaned softly, sliding her hand across his torso, as she snuggled against him.

"Do you know what side you're choosing?" He stroked her hair, twirling a lock around his finger.

"I'll help you." She whispered, propping her chin on his bicep.

"Good girl." He ran a finger down her cheek before cupping it in his hand.

"I'm not some pet." She drew away from him, sitting up.

"I know." He sighed, propping his arm behind his head.

"We are equals. You said that when we got married, so don't treat me like an animal." She snipped, running her fingers through her hair.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again." He murmured, as she glanced back at him. "Lie back down." He traced his fingers over her back, sending shivers down her spine. She continued to sit, beginning to feel an overwhelming sense that she lost a piece of herself. "What's wrong?" He questioned, as his tone shifted into something more sincere.

"You challenged me into getting into bed with you, and then you treat me like a pet. I wonder what's wrong." She snorted, shaking her head.

"You know I didn't mean it like that." He sighed softly, sitting up to rub her arms.

"What did you mean like then?" She whispered, putting her face in her hands. She felt so incredibly drained about everything that has happened over the last few hours, and she just didn't know what to do anymore.

"I- before was a ploy. I was so frustrated in every sense of the word, and tensions were overwhelmingly high, but I didn't mean for it to sound like you were a pet. You are my wife. A woman that I have been attempting to connect to, so when you said you would join me, I was happy. You hurt me. I know I shouldn't have reacted that way, but I had been trying so hard to open up and I found out that you had been lying to me this whole time." He explained, kissing her back softly. He was so good at words sometimes that she didn't know if she could believe them or not. She laid down, and Jace pulled her on top of him. She snuggled her head into his neck, letting herself to find comfort in him. His hand rubbed over her spine before putting his hand in her hair.

"What do I need to do for this plan?" She asked, spreading her arm over his waist.

"Let's not talk about this in bed. We have months before we leave." He mumbled, adjusting the covers around them.

"What should we talk about?" She looked up at him.

"I don't think we should talk at all." He breathed, moving the hair away from her face. She scanned her eyes over his features, running her finger over his cheek. She leaned down, brushing their lips together slowly. She moaned softly, as he adjusted her hips. Around his own.

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Clary woke up what seemed like days later. It was the first time Clary had woken up with Jace still asleep next to her, making her chest flip. She chewed on her lip, sitting up. She stretched her limbs, scratching her hair lightly. She was so mentally exhausted from the previous day that she didn't know how to recover. Her body was sore, which she thought was odd, but she enjoyed the soreness. She heard Jace shifting behind her, so she glanced back, scanning her eyes over him. The blankets just below his hips.

"Morning." He muttered, propping his arm behind his head, as he stretched his muscles in the most delicious way.

"Morning." She mumbled back, attempting to rub the sleepiness from her eyes.

"How are you feeling?" He questioned softly, rubbing her back lightly.

"I feel fine." She shrugged her shoulders, putting her face in her hands. "Just exhausted." She groaned, as she tried to place all of her emotions from the day before.

She silently wondered if she would have bruises from where Jace tried to strangle her. She touched her neck timidly, really hoping that she wouldn't be bruised. She sighed softy, dropping her hand into her lap. She wondered if she was making a mistake. They threatened to rape her if she didn't side with them. She closed her eyes, telling herself that Jace would never do that to her, but she didn't really know. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind, shaking her head, as she rolled onto her back.

"So, I probably should have mentioned this last night, but what should I do about your friend Simon? Will he side with us or your brother?" Jace propped his hand against his cheek, lying next to her.

"Oh my gosh, Simon?!" She exclaimed, sitting up. "We just left him in the prison all night. I feel like the worst friend in the world." She groaned, putting her face into her hands.

"We were working through things last night." He rubbed her back, sending a shiver down her spine.

"You were pounding my brains out all night. I don't know what we were working through other than seeking pleasure!" She climbed out if bed, pulling on her clothes quickly. "I need to talk to him to know where he lies." She tied the strings on her skirt tightly, adjusting her top.

"I'll be there in bit. You have to take a guard with you." He lied back against the furs, propping his arms above his hands. She felt her shoulders drop slightly, feeling a sense of hurt squeeze her chest. Even though Jace said she was forgiven, they no longer trusted her. She stepped outside the tent, seeing that two guards flanked their home. She blushed heavily, realizing that they were probably their all night listening to her and Jace.

"Could you boys escort me to the prison?" She asked, gulping thickly.

"Yes, ma'am." They nodded. The group began walking one moved in front of her to lead the way, while the other fell in step behind her. She felt like a prisoner, which frustrated her to no end, but she needed to get over it.

"Can I speak with him alone?" She questioned softly, holding the flap open.

"Yes," they stood at the door, as she entered the building.

"Clary?! Oh my gosh, are you alright? I heard that they caught you as a spy, and I tried to get you, but they grabbed me first. Did you escape? What's happening?!" Simon stammered quickly, fighting against the pole he was tied to. She felt her heart sink because he was obviously worried about her. She gulped thickly, feeling guilt settle into her blood. She was making passionate love all night long, while her best friend sat in the dirt, tied roughly to a pole.

He had to be panicking all night, wondering where she was. She could see that he was complete disarray with red brimmed eyes. She had never seen him cry before, but she wouldn't have been surprised if he thought that his best friend was in trouble.

"Everything is fine, and I didn't escape." She looked at his hands, heaving a sigh as she untied his wrists. There was rope burn all around them from his struggling, which made her wince silently. It was he fault he was in here for so long. If she would have taken, 5 minutes to get out of Jace's bed, she could have helped him.

He shot up quickly, holding her face lightly in hands. She froze, feeling surprised by his gentle touch. His thumbs circles across her cheeks in the most timid way, and she swallowed nervously.

"Clary, we need to run. We need to get out of here. We aren't safe anymore." He stammered, crushing his lips to hers. She gasped loudly, feeling shocked to her core. She never expected Simon to do something like that, but she let it go on until he pulled away. She realized that their kiss was nothing like the ones she had experienced with Jace over the last few months. Jace sent sparks down her spine, and Simon's kiss didn't do that. She drew back from him, tenderly removing his hands from her face. She could see the rejection in his face, as she took a step back from him.

"I worked a deal out with my husband, so I'm perfectly safe. I'm helping them overthrow my brother because he is a vile creature that doesn't deserve the throne." She explained softly, crossing her arms over her stomach. "Will you help me?" She asked, silently begging her best friend join her.

"Clary, we need to run. Your brother will kill us if he even heard you say that. I love you, please, run away with me. I can take good care of you, and we can hide out across the sea." He took her hands, seeming extremely worried.

"I want my brother dead, Simon. I care for my husband even though we have both made mistakes in the last day. I am very flattered that you offered to care for me, but I am going to stay with my husband." She took another step back from him, feeling even guiltier because she never realized how deep his feelings for her were. "Will you help them?" She questioned, as Jace stepped into the tent. She moved another step back, inhaling a small breath. If Jace had walked in two seconds earlier, he would have seen them kissing.

"Will you help us kill the King?" Jace asked, putting his hand on his sword. Clary bit her lip, silently wondering what would happen if Simon refused.

"I was sent here to serve Clary, so I'm going to continue to do that." He looked over at her, making her want to shrink inside of herself. He confessed that he loved her, and now he was going to continue to serve her even though she rejected him.

"You're going to be accompanied by one of our guards at all times. I do not want to see you alone with my wife ever again because you two could both be lying to me about your loyalties." He explained, releasing his sword. "Go back home." Jace ordered, as he turned to face his wife.

"Yes, sir." Simon hurried out of the room, looking back at Clary, as he excited the door.

"Come back to bed with me." He held his wife's cheek, stroking them gently. He bit his lip, sliding her hands down to her hips. She sucked in a breath, staring into his honey colored eyes. They seemed dark with want and desire, which made her stomach churn with nerves. She nodded silently, letting him lead her back to their home.

His lips tangled with hers the second they stumbled into their house. She hastily pulled at his pants, as Jace ripped the laces off of her skirt. She was on her back in seconds, panting heavily with her legs spread. Jace stared at her, making her feel self-conscious. Jace hadn't truly looked at her like this, so this was a new experience for her.

"Are you going just going to stare?" She gulped, as her chest rose and fell with every breath. A grin tugged at his lips, as he crawled over her small form. She put her hand into his locks, drawing him into a kiss.

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She was curled against his side hours later, playing with his chest hair. She twirled her fingers around it, spreading her hands over his torso. She had been silently exploring his body for what seemed like hours, and Jace laid there quietly, playing with her hair. She stretched her limbs, settling back against him. He slid her hand down her waist, sending shivers down her spine. It was dark out by now, but she was nowhere near tired. They had taken power naps between their love making.

"I want to take over your training. Izzy is a good fighter, but I'm better. I want you to be as strong as you can be when we make our move against your brother." He spoke softly, squeezing the flesh of her behind softly.

"Alright." She nodded, placing her head on his shoulder. She draped her leg over his, feeling his warmth everywhere.

"I'm also very curious to see how far you've progressed." He grinned faintly, kissing her head lightly.

"I think I've gotten pretty good." She stated, propping her head on his shoulder.

"We'll find out tomorrow." He kissed her lightly, settling against his back.

OoOoO

Jace woke her bright and early for training. She grumbled in annoyance, rolling into the blankets. She was still recovering from the day before; she wasn't ready to deal with everything else. She knew that Jace had forgiven her, but she knew that they no longer truly trusted her. She didn't blame them.

"Wake up. I have to go hunting in the afternoon, so we have to train now." He ripped the blankets off of her nude form. The nice thing about living in the desert is that even without the blankets it is fairly warm in their home, which meant she could just let her eyes fall back shut. "I will throw a bucket of water on you. Don't test me." He poked at her with his foot, trying to get her to awake from her coma.

"I just want to sleep. You have exhausted me the last two days, and we haven't even started training yet." She muttered, swatting at his foot.

"You were going to have to wake up in two hours anyways. I don't see the big deal." She heard him move around the room, and she sat up when she realized he was going for their cleaning water.

"You wouldn't dare?!" She exclaimed loudly, scurrying to cover herself. She didn't move fast enough, and she was doused in water. She huffed loudly, whipping her limbs out as she dried herself on the blanket. "I hate you." She grumbled, getting to her feet to get dressed.

"I gave you a chance to wake up. You didn't listen." He shrugged his shoulders, tossing her a sword. "Meet me on the training grounds in 5 minutes. If you aren't there, I will carry you out there as is." He threatened, slipping out of the tent. She felt slightly irritated because he seemed very different the last two days then he did just then. Maybe all the good sex they were having made him a sweeter person. That was very possible when she thought about it. She felt a lot nicer as well.

She stomped out of the tent, seeing that the two different guards were there. She sighed heavily, knowing that the fact that she was being guarded now meant that she was probably one of the most untrustworthy people here. She made her way to the training grounds, where Jace was wrapping up his hands with cloth. She furrowed her brow slightly because she didn't do that kind of thing with Isabelle.

"Hand-to-hand." He tossed her two pieces of leather, and she had no idea what she was supposed to do with them.

"I haven't done that. Izzy has me work with different weapons normally." She gulped thickly, inhaling a deep breath.

"You need to know how to fight without a weapon before you can truly master any weapon." He explained, taking the leather from her hands and quickly tying it around her knuckles. "You have some basic knowledge of hand to hand I assume, so let's see what we have to work with. Don't let me hit you." He grinned deviously, as she widened her eyes.

"You are going to punch me?" She squeaked, seeing his fist whirl towards her. She was barely able to dodge it, which made her stumble slightly.

"How am I supposed to see where your defense is if I don't try to hit you?" He questioned, moving in swift circles. "I'm pulling my punches, so they shouldn't be that bad." He assured her.

"I would rather no punching!" She inhaled a deep breath, trying to steady herself to the ground. It was all about foundation. If she lost her footing, then she would lose the fight. "Can I punch you?" She questioned, wondering what game he was playing.

"You can try, but the goal of this exercise is to not get hit." He swung again, and she dodged it swiftly. "Lesson number 1, put your arms up like this." He moved them to form a barrier around his head. "It'll protect your face." She did as he said, gripping her fist tightly. "If you want to hit me, it will leave yourself with an opening." He tried to kick at her, but she jumped over his leg, landing firmly on the ground. "Good." He nodded, grinning wildly at her. "If you are able to block the opening you create, feel free to fight back, but I would hold off." He offered, scanning his eyes over her.

"Does blocking count as getting hit?" She asked, as she lunged to the side, effectively escaping another attack.

"No." He grunted, as his arm came out to hit her in the gut. She quickly flicked her arms out, deflecting his fist. He tried to get her a few more times, and that's when she started calculating her counter attack. She kept her hands up high, covering her face because if he caught her off guard his fist was likely to connect with her cheek, which was something she definitely didn't want to happen. She would have to do something unexpected. An idea came to her mind, but she has to wait until just the right moment to strike. He kicked at her, and as it drew away from her, she leapt, tackling him to the dirt.

"Got ya." She smirked, feeling extremely proud of herself for pinning him.

"Attacks if they aren't properly enacted, leave you vulnerable." He stated calmly before flipping her to her back. He kept her legs tight to her body with his thighs, while his hands pressed hers into the dirt above her head. "Next time you want to do that, you have to make sure that you immobilize them, or you will end up dead." He panted, leaning over her.

"You could have just said that." She strained her arm against his hands, trying to escape. "You were a lot nicer in bed yesterday." She challenged, cocking her head to the side.

"Everyone is nicer in bed. This is the real world, where you are traitor and I am the king." He explained, releasing her.

"You aren't a king." She pushed back on him, as she climbed to her feet.

"I will be though." He stated, readjusting his leather straps.

"If I'm a traitor, why are training me. Why aren't I in jail?" She bit out, feeling anger bubble in her blood.

"Because you aren't a threat and you said you would help us. I may care a great deal about you, but I'm not a fool. You hate it here and you aren't extremely fond of me either. The second we get to your castle you could always stab us in the back." He spat off the side, readying his fist to go again.

"If that's how you felt, you shouldn't have made me feel so special yesterday when you practically kissed the ground I walked on." She threw the leather off of her hand, as she made her way off the rink.

"We aren't done here." He called after her.

"I am." She scoffed, storming back to her tent. She couldn't believe him. He basically manipulated her back into his bed and made her feel like she wasn't the worst person in the world, and now he is claiming that she'll betray him like it's nothing. She felt the two guards behind her, following her. Fury rose up in her lungs, as she entered her home. She screamed into the pillows, hoping that would dissipate the anger, but it was still there. It lurked under the surface, who knew when it would blow. She collapsed onto their bed, smothering her face with a pillow to block out all the light.

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"Clary?" A female voice whispered, shaking her slightly.

"What?" She grumbled, dragging the pillow from her face. She had no idea how long she had been laying there, but if felt like I long time. Her friend, Isabelle, was leaning over her.

"Jace wants to see you." She took a step back, seeming a lot more distant than normal.

"Not you too, Izzy." She breathed, shaking her head.

"What are you talking about?" Her friend furrowed her brow at her.

"You hate me too, don't you?" Clary sniffed, feeling a few tears trickle down her eyes. The couple times she has left the tent, she could feel the peoples glare bearing down on her. She knew that everyone was furious with her. She thought maybe Jace would forgive and forget, but he obviously hadn't. He made it very clear that he didn't trust her as far as he could throw her. "I thought I didn't have a choice. I know it was stupid, but I never realized how nice it was here. I know that I grumble and complain a lot, but you and these people have come to be my family." She cried, putting her face in her hands.

"I don't hate you. Now I am very angry, but I got my physical anger out training with my cousin after you abandoned him." She snipped, crossing her arms.

"Did he tell you what he said to me? The last two days he has been adoring me, and then he tells me today that I'm a traitor and that he thinks I'll stab him in the back." Clary shook her head, feeling sadness in her chest.

"Well you already betrayed all of us, so I understand his apprehension." She rolled her eyes at her, as she heaved a sigh.

"What do I truly have to gain by siding with my brother? Nothing. I get nothing by siding with my brother. If I help Jace, I become the queen." She had no true reason to betray them again, and she wasn't sure why they didn't get that.

"I believe you, but that doesn't mean that you can suddenly earn everyone's forgiveness like nothing happened. Jace is hurt. He cares about you, or he did care. I don't really know where he stands right now." She crossed her arms, clicking her tongue. "He wants you to come to dinner." She slipped out of the tent, leaving her alone. She was overly frustrated with everything that was happening. She was mad at herself, as well as Jace. He made love with her until she was senseless, but when they leave their tent, she is suddenly nothing, she's just a traitor that isn't fair. It isn't fair for him to have her the way he did, and then go about treating her like the enemy. She felt something those two nights. She felt a connection with him that she had never experienced before, which made her feel like all was mostly forgiven, but it didn't mean anything.

A/N: I know Jace is being a dick. One of the things that people suggested to most about this rewrite is that Jace doesn't forgive her so easily, and this is definitely that. I feel like in the last story it was different because they weren't sleeping together at all, they weren't overly close, and a few other small things. I feel like Jace is mostly hurt because she kept herself from being pregnant and lied about it. I don't think he would have minded if he told him, but she didn't.

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