Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me?

If you don't know what that means . . . IT MEANS I SAW SHERLOCK SEASON THREE AND FINISHED IT! IT WAS AMAZING! MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IS COMING BACK! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I'm also really, really sorry. I meant to update sooner, but schoolwork and everything decided to bomb me (and annihilate me) and I started writing on something else (not a fanfiction). I really am sorry. I'll try to update whenever I can from now on, since I am now caught up with schoolwork.

So, yeah, I present to thee chapter VI! Yay!

I own nothing except plot!

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Chapter VI: Utter Secrecy

This was getting to be a pain in the arse. This Clary was always causing him trouble that would either make him want to slap her or run. Running because whenever they passed a patrol she would scream, "HELP! I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED AND BEING HELD FOR RANSOM!" Thus, Jace would end up throwing the small redhead over his shoulder and dashing as fast as he could to escape knights and their horses. He was ready to lose his temper and it would have popped any second . . . but they finally reached the blacksmith's house.

Alec was waiting outside for him, dozing off. His inky black hair was covering his half-lidded blue eyes. He wore an oversized shirt, and black leather pants. He had no shoes on, Izzy probably stole them for a little bit. She's give them back . . . eventually.

Jace was in no mood. He had been on his feet for days and here was Alec, sleeping the night away, while Jace'd put up with an annoying princess. So, he woke Alec in gentlest way possible . . . "Mr. Lightwood, under the order of His Majesty, the King, I hereby place you under arrest for treason!"

"It was Jace Herondale!" Alec sputtered, waking up.

Jace raised an eyebrow. "Thanks, buddy."

Alec blinked his eyes open and stared at Jace and Clary in his grasp. "Jace, this is serious. You were supposed to bring back Valentine's greatest treasure not some- Wait, you brought us the princess?!"

"Okay, now how did you know that, Alec?" Jace snapped.

"I tried to tell you before you left, that, and and she has her mother's hair."

"And you didn't tell me why?!"

"Well, somebody told me not to interrupt." Alec turned to the princess and nodded his head in respect. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness."

Clary laughed. "Thank you, Sir. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance as well. I like you, someone who knows respect, unlike Goldielocks here."

"Hey!" Jace's face went a little red.

Alec and Clary laughed together before Jace dragged her down to the wooden steps. She struggled the whole way, giving out little grunts of pain every now and then when he tightened his grip. "What do you even want from me?" she snapped angrily. "What have I done?"

"Not you, Valentine," Alec replied, lightning a candle. Shadows danced on the wall, making strange shapes. "We have no quarrel with you."

"I," Jace corrected, "do have a quarrel with you, Clary."

"What a surprise that the boy has a problem," she droned, sighing. She shook her hair back and sat down as Jace to tied her hands to a chair. "What? Your need Daddy to read you a bedtime story to make the monsters under your bed go away?" She spoke as if she were talking to a child.

"ROBERT!" Jace yelled, glaring at Clary.

"FATHER!" Alec yelled.

"JACE?" Robert shouted.

"ALEC! Honey, keep your voice down. You'll wake Isabelle!" Maryse scolded from another room.

"TOO LATE!" Izzy's voice screeched. "JACE! ALEC! SHUT YOUR MOUTHS FORCEFULLY! OR I'LL DO IT FOR YOU!"

"I like her already," Clary decided.

"You won't when she treats you like a doll, you won't," the black-haired shadowhunter replied, shuddering slightly. "Trust me, I know." Clary made a face.

Robert came stumbling in, bags under his dark eyes. "So, Jace, what was Valentine's greatest treasure, eh?" he asked, slurring just a bit.

"You'll never believe this," Jace said.

"I did," Alec interrupted. "In fact I already knew before you guys."

"It's his daughter," Jace continued. "The princess."

"There's a princess?" Robert asked.

There was silence for a bit then thundering footsteps were heard and Isabelle, in her slim, white nightgown, appeared. "Princess Clarissa?" she asked, excitedly. "The Princess Clarissa?"

"You kidnapped a princess, Jace?" Maryse scolded coming in after her daughter, her hair in an awful array. "What were you thinking, young man?"

"Did everybody here know that there was a princess except us?" Jace and Robert asked, in piqued tones.

Clary, Alec, Isabelle, and Maryse all looked at each then turned back to the two. "Yes," they all replied in unison.

Isabelle rushed to Clary's side and knelt down, trying to work the knots. "I have heard many stories about you, Princess, are any of them true? Did you really meet Prince Arthur and the Lady Morgana?"

"There are stories?!" Robert roared.

"Who's Morgana?" Jace wondered.

"I'm surrounded by idiots . . ." Alec sighed, holding his head in his hands.

"Yes, they're true, we're childhood friends, but Morgana is quite rash," Clary replied, carefully.

"And Prince Arthur?" Maryse asked.

"Maryse!" Robert exclaimed, surprised.

"Beautiful," Clary replied. "With glistening sky blue eyes, and fair golden hair." Jace scoffed. Something about the princess describing this other prince like he was a god got on his nerves. "I was to be courted by him at one-point, but then he fell in love with Guinevere, or so I was told. That's what my brother told me, anyway, but I-"

"Enough! Isabelle, stop trying to untie her! She must stay here!" Robert pulled his daughter away from the princess as Jace tightened the knots again. "No one must know that she is here," he continued. "Clarissa will be kept under Alec and Jace's watch. This is of the utmost secrecy. Utter secrecy. Do you understand? Utter secrecy!"

"We get it, Robert," Maryse grumbled. "Right, Isabelle?"

"Yes, Father."

"Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secrecy. Secre-"

"What are you doing?!" Jace shouted, fed up.

"Uttering secrecy," Clary replied, cheerfully. "That's what he told me to do."

"No, he didn't," Jace snapped. Alec began chuckling at the exchange. "He said: 'This is of the utmost secrecy. Utter secrecy. Do you understand? Utter secrecy!' See? Never told you to- Oh. . ."

"Told you."

"Shut up."

"Jace, you're going to court her someday," Maryse teased.

"Am not!"

"I would rather die than be courted by this imbecile," Clary agreed.

"They're in denial now," Isabelle smiled.

"Isn't that sweet?" Alec laughed.

"NO ONE IS COURTING ANYONE!" Robert shouted. "EVERYONE! JUST GO BACK TO BED! THEN GET UP WHEN I TELL YOU TO!"

"Nope," Clary said mockingly. "I think I'm going to stay awake all night and utter secrecy like you told me to. Is that all right?" She bat her eyelashes if she were an innocent child.

"You are so much like the Queen," Robert said, grounding his teeth.

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"When is the messenger arriving?" Jocelyn asked, pacing the room nervously. "I'm worried. Jonathan has not received a letter from Clarissa in days. What do you think could have happened to her, my poor child?"

"Nothing at all could've happened to her, my dear," Valentine reassured her. He got up and held her close. "Now, stop worrying. I'm sure she's fine, at the worst, she is ill. There is no cause for a panic, Jocelyn."

"The messenger will be here any minute, should we send for Jonathan? He will want to know." Jocelyn raced out of her King's arms and to the door. She told a servant to send for Jonathan right away.

"Do you ever listen to me, my love?"

"Valentine, what if the dragon died and someone took her away?"

"Apparently not. . ." He took her hands and stared into her dark, jade eyes. "Jocelyn, Clarissa is fine. I'm sure of it, no one knows the location of the tower. She'll still there, safe and sound. Just close your eyes. She'll be alright. Take a deep breath."

Jocelyn did as her husband instructed. She took deep, long breaths and let them out. She started to feel calm again. Valentine gently held his wife and she returned the embrace. "I'm fine," she breathed slowly. "I'm fine."

Jonathan, his clothes inside out, came rushing in, causing his progenitors to laugh, but he paid them no mind. He needed to know one thing. "Is it here? Is my sister alright?"

A man appeared behind him, a look of shock on his face. Jonathan stood by his father. His eyes were red and bloodshot from no sleep. He looked up at the worried family and Jocelyn covering her mouth to hide her trembling lips. He cleared his throat and said in a croaking voice, "Excuse me, My Lord. May I request, My Lord, permission to speak?"

Valentine nodded numbly. "G-Go on. Speak."

"The Princess Clarissa was not in her tower. The dragon was gone, but there were no signs of a kidnapping or a robbery."

"So, she ran away?" Jonathan's voice was hallow.

"It looks that way, My Prince."

"Jonathan," Valentine spoke calmly, "round up our men. If there's one thing I know, Clarissa would not run away without first sending you word. Someone has her, and we will find them."

"Yes, Father, but when we do find them, allow me the pleasure of killing the one who took her."

"The honor goes to you, My Son, but only after I have taught him to never mess with the Morgansterns. Then you may kill him."

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FINALLY!

I used two songs in here. Can you guess what they are? Maybe you know them, maybe you don't. I don't have any prizes to give out, but you will have the satisfaction of knowing what the songs are. Is that good?

I give you hints. One song is from a musical, the other from a movie that came out in 2012. Guess! Guess! Guess!

Mom! I know you're going to look at this, so, no, you can't guess. Because I know you know. I know, you know.

In between the lines there's a lot of obscurity. I not inclined . . . *goes on singing this song for a bit longer*

And about that other story I'm writing, the one that's not a fanfiction, I'm thinking about putting it up on wattpad. Any thoughts? Is it a good website? Please, your opinions matter.

Please, again, forgive any Spelling or Grammar mistakes.