I present to thee chapter IV. So, um, I forgot to say that for chapter III. Zut!

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Chapter IV: Princess Clarissa Morganstern

Jace Herondale stared up at the dragon that looked like it had flown out of his dream with his mouth hanging open. Flies could've gone into his mouth. The dragon had blinding, golden scales that looked like they were made of pure sunshine, and the dark, tawny eyes watched him carefully. The shiny, silver spikes made his fingers twitch. They could be worth a lot. He could only imagine how much money he could get for just one scale or spike.

The tower was also like it had appeared out of his dream. Tall, white stones and an onyx black roof. There was a balcony with stone railings, beside a window. They were both covered in dark green vines with small, red flowers.

He was snapped out of his reverie when the dragon threw his head back and roared. Jace covered his ears and hissed. "Oh, shut your mouth!" he snapped.

"Aurum? Aurum, is something wrong?" A girl appeared on the balcony. She looked slightly distressed, gazing at the dragon. Long, fiery red hair going past her shoulders that, because of the breeze, was flowing behind her. She wore a green dress with white trimmings. She was beautiful, Jace couldn't deny that. Her gaze then turned to him. "You, boy, go away! I don't need to be rescues! I'm happy here!"

Jace closed his mouth and his anger was finally let loose. He didn't come all this way to get stuck with bringing a girl back home with him! "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I CAME ALL THIS WAY FOR A GIRL?!" he roared.

The girl glared at him then made shooing motions with her hands. "Go away!" she shouted. "You're ruining my peaceful afternoon!"

The dragon growled in agreement.

Jace scoffed at the beast, his eyes going back to the girl. "Don't make this any harder than it needs to be, little girl!"

"I AM NOT A LITTLE GIRL!"

"Well, you sure do seem short!"

The dragon came forward, smoke coming from its nostrils as they flared angrily. "Do not disrespect your princess in my presence!" it growled, a deep guttural sound.

Found your weakness, Jace thought triumphantly. "Well, how intimidating could you be, come on, now, really? Your just a big, off-putting beast. I bet you don't have one, scary bone in your hulking body!"

The dragon roared and raced towards him at an alarming speed. Jace ran as well, but ran underneath him, advancing swiftly on the tower. The girl retreated back into her tower and shut the door to the balcony and the window as well. She drew the blinds of her window, but not before looking at him one last time.

Jace was extremely lucky. The tower had stones slightly out of place for him to grab and climb up using. Convenient, huh? He was halfway up when the dragon had finally turned around, because of his hulking body he didn't turn quickly enough to catch the golden-haired boy.

Jace climbed faster, not really wanting to take the chance that the dragon would blast fire at him. And, of course, the dragon did so . . . and if it were not for sheer dumb luck, Jace would have been roasted. But he swung up and onto the balcony, rolling away as the fire blasted upwards. He looked down at himself and surveyed the damage. His clothes were slightly singed, but his hair was fine. Thank the Angel his hair was all right.

Jace sighed and brushed the dust off his hands. Whether it was a girl that he would be forced to lug around or not, he was going to have the upper hand on Valentine. He would enjoy the look on Valentine's face when he saw his precious treasure in the hands of people who hated him, and would cause her harm to watch him break like a mirror. People who would love and pay for such a sight.

Jace grinned at the thoughts as he rapped his knuckles against the glass panels of the door with a mocking rhythm. "Little girl?" he called innocently. "Want to come out?"

"I'm perfectly fine in here, thanks."

Jace frowned. "Did you get a good look at my face?"

"Too good."

"So, you know you can't keep your eyes off me for long, right?"

There was a laugh. "As if, boy! You're not that handsome!"

Jace punched the glass and reached through and fiddled with the lock until he heard a satisfying CLICK! He opened the door and caught a glimpse of the flying red hair was it hid behind a column. The room was rather big. There were no doors only archways. He could see a bedroom, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a drawing room.

It was literally a drawing room. There were plush sofas and chairs, yes, but the walls were covered in paintings and charcoal drawings. One was of the dragon outside, which was still blowing fire into the air. Jace guessed that the dragon hoped he was dumb.

Jace was reckless, but not dumb. Stupid at times, but not dumb. Nope, not vapid, and anything but dumb.

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How in the name of the Angel did this dumb boy find me? Clary thought angrily as she hid behind on the columns. Maybe he would be reasonable and leave, but she doubted it. Men were headstrong and sometimes, like this boy, very dumb.

She peered around the column to get a good look at what she might be dealing with. He was gazing at her paintings on the wall, almost mesmerized. He was tall, a good head or two taller than herself, and completely golden like Aurum. Golden hair, skin, and eyes. He wore baggy brown pants, a worn out white shirt, a brown leather vest, and shoes that were leather as well. There was a small, shiny knife hanging from his belt, in its sheath.

Silver will be worth more than gold, she thought to herself. Silver will be worth more than gold someday. Remember, Clary, remember that silver will be worth more than gold. A silver haired boy will be better looking than him.

Clary walked out, head held high. His bright, golden eyes landed on her and looked her up and down. She huffed and said, "What do you want from here, boy?"

The golden boy smirked. "What was just revealed to me, what was hiding behind a column. Not the best hiding place, you should know. You're short, yes, but your dress is rather . . . er . . . flow-y."

"'Flow-y'?" Clary repeated slowly.

"Yeah, I guess that would be the word."

"No, I don't think so."

"No?"

"No."

"Oh." He cleared his throat. "Well, little girl, are you going to come quietly, or are we going to do this the hard way?"

Clary's lips twitched upwards in amusement, as she tried to make her into the kitchen to find a weapon. A frying pan or a knife, perhaps? But the boy kept his eyes on her, hungry, prowling eyes. "You've never kidnapped a princess before have you?"

He shook his head. "No, why?"

"You're not doing a very good job of intimidating me," she replied, stopping at a counter, her hands searching for something, anything, behind her. "I feel more like laughing on the floor than screaming in terror."

"Huh," the boy said, walking forward. "The hard way, then?"

Clary raised an eyebrow at him and was about to tell him to go away again, trying to stall him. But she didn't get a chance to. Almost as quick as lightning, he was seizing her hands and forcing her onto her stomach as he tied her hands behind her back with the scratchy rope that had also been hanging from his belt. She squirmed and yelled for Aurum to help her, but the dragon could only roar angrily. She looked at the boy, her face still squished on the floor, but she sill looked vicious. "You take me out there and Aurum won't let you get out of here alive," she spat.

"Maybe so," he replied, his voice smooth as silk, "but I doubt that beast will hurt me while I've got his little princess." He dragged her to her feet by her bound hands and grabbed the knife from his side, putting it at her throat, a very sharp, cold blade. He stopped for a minute and grinned wickedly. "You have pretty eyes, little girl. They're like two emeralds, you know?"

"Flattery never got anyone anywhere, Goldielocks," Clary snapped.

"You're the second person who has called me that in less than a day."

He walked her to the balcony. She saw Aurum walking back and forth sadly. "Aurum!" she called. The dragon's attitude changed from depressed to joyful, but then he saw the boy and his temper changed and his eyes narrowed. He looked ready to blow fire at the boy.

The boy seemed to be able to tell this because he pressed the knife harder to her throat. "Watch it, beastie!" he called, mockingly. "One spark and little girl, here, is dead. Now, what are you gonna do?" Aurum turned, after giving Clary a longing look, and flew away. "Yeah, you better run," the boy said, sighing in relief. "Well, that was close? Now how do we get down, little girl?"

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And guess what kind of rope Jace used to tie Clary up? That's right! Real Elvish Rope! A rope that will have a big-ish part in this whole story. Why? . . . That's a good question that I do not hold the answer to yet . . . I need to plan this out better.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Reviews! Reviews make a sick girl happy!

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Yeah, I'm done now.