Haven't posted in a while... Sorry! This is a pretty short chapter :/ And not that exciting.. But I promise next chapter will be thrilling :) Review please and tell me what I could do differently in this fanfic :)

Chapter 13:

Why is the Seelie Queen here? Clary thought as she saw the scarlet haired woman.

"Clarissa Morgenstern. What a delight to see you again." The Queen spoke, wickedly smiling at Clary. Clary drifted off in her own mind. What if Jace went to her for help? What if she hurt him? What about Simon and Isabelle... Alec.

"Clary!" Clary was startled to hear Sebastian bark in her ear, she looked at him as if he was a demon. Wait, he is a demon. Clary was snapped out of her trance and swiftly moved towards the elegant table, sitting across from the Seelie Queen, still glaring at her.

"What a delight to see you too." Clary greeted, faking a smile to the seemed-to-be-glowing Queen. She wore a sparkling ocean blue dress that fell to her ankles. It hugged her curves tightly, her hair in a perfect French braid with an assortment of white roses in the wedges of the braid. Clary's eyes drifted off of the Queen, to the red clothed table. Clary's mouth watered, she saw food... actual sustenance, not the piece of bread and water Sebastian had gave Clary the second night she was here. A platter of well cooked steak, and a bowl of steaming vegetables. Creamy, chicken pasta was in a dish that seemed too divine to put food on. Two juice pitchers which seemed like water and lemonade, and then the expensive looking bottle of wine. Clary dashed for a plate, making her feel the weight of their gazes, she didn't care one bit. She put anything that she could on the large plate and dove into it. The Queen looked at her in astonishment.

"Jonathan, what is this? Surely she shouldn't be gulping down her food like a pig... Have you not been feeding her?" The Queen stated, her blue eyes drifting towards Sebastian. Clary watched as she ate, and the chewy steak almost rolled out her mouth when she saw Sebastian's cheeks flush. Sebastian shifted in the dark wooded chair, and tried to muster up an answer... Making a remark like that to Sebastian would've probably gotten Clary a vituperative punishment.

"It's hard to feed someone who doesn't deserve feeding." Sebastian answered shortly, his dark eyes lingering to Clary's green ones. The Queen's expression totally changed to a eyebrow knitted frown.

"My! Why doesn't she deserve feeding? She is your sister, isn't she?" The Seelie Queen's lip parted with a faint gasp. Sebastian's face turned ever more red, he looked intimidated.

"My Queen, she is not the angel you think she is-"

"Jonathan, it is clear to me you are a sadistic young man who is regaled to see others suffer. But this is your sister for Christ's sake! She is not a mundane... Not even near one. She is a special Shadowhunter, and you torturing her for your own disgusting pleasure is utterly unacceptable!" The Seelie Queen bore her eyes into him, and Sebastian looked surprised. Clary was dumbfounded, the Seelie Queen could speak to him like that? Clary decided that it was best for her not to say anything, and now just stared down at her food, her red hair hanging over her face, making her profile obfuscated. Sebastian was silent, twirling around his metallic fork in his long fingers.

"You've even made her afraid to speak." The Queen added. Sebastian was still inaudible. The Queen scoffed, and then turned back to Clary.

"Anyway, Clarissa I need to ask you a question. If you join us in the war, we will spare the lives of your friends and family. Lucian, Jocelyn, the Daylighter, Alexander, Isabelle." She paused for a quick moment.

"Jace." She finished, Clary felt her heart contract at the name of him. Us? Clary thought. She knew there was something evil about the Seelie Queen, always. If there was anything she was apart of, she always had the upper hand, no matter who the person was. Certainly she wasn't the one who wanted to burn down the world in the first place. Or was she?

"What about Robert and Maryse... Magnus?" Clary inquired, she could name so many other people that she just didn't want to die... She would if she knew every person in the world's names. She wasn't afraid to speak now, not when it came to the people she cared for. The Queen sighed.

"I'm afraid Robert and Maryse are... Deceased, I didn't want them to die. A guard of mine got a little out of hand. As for Magnus Bane, I'm sure he doesn't need helping. He's immortal, lived for hundreds upon hundreds of years, he'll always find a way out." The Queen replied. Robert and Maryse are dead? Clary felt her eyes sting with tears.

"Where are they, Jace, Simon, Izzy, Alec, my mother... Luke?" Clary asked with a shaky voice, her nerves getting the best of her, the fork she had in her hand shaking outrageously.

"They are not hurt. I will assure you will see them if you agree. Trust me Clarissa, the war is all for the greater good. You may not see it. But I am wise. Wiser than you think." The Queen brushed her fingers lightly over her hair. The thought of Clary seeing her family again made her feel like she was on cloud nine, and that was just the notion. The Queen waited for an answer in anticipation. Clary hesitated, but she had to see Jace's golden locks, his alluring golden eyes, and his smile... The smile that made Clary melt.

"Yes. I will join you in the war."

The faeries led Jace towards the corridor, he could've found a mechanism to fight off the faeries, but that would lead to the death of his sister and Clary's dearest friend. He noticed, in the faint light... Kaelie was the one who had Isabelle by her throat. He wanted to contemplate why she would do such a thing, but then he didn't trust anyone. No... He couldn't trust anyone. They were going to the throne room where he had last seen the Seelie Queen, almost three hours earlier. He was expecting to see her sitting upright as she usually did, instead the throne was left vacant.

"So, you intimidating faeries are just going to hold us in a throne room?" Jace turned to the faerie boy holding him, he looked very young... but tall.

"Where else do you want to be held? In the room where you could dance until you die? Surely I would love to see that." The boy retorted. Jace would've replied in a mocking manner, but he said nothing. Just standing, glancing at his weeping sister, he couldn't stand to look at her anymore... It would've made him angry, causing him to rebel. He stood there awkwardly, waiting for something to happen.