AN: So this is the 2nd chapter. Sorry I haven't updated for so long. Huh, I have no idea who I am talking/typing to. Nobody followed or favorite this. Maybe one person. I don't remember and I am to lazy to check. So please, Follow, Favorite, and Review. Or just do one of them. Please! So, I am pretty sure I'll update more often now that spring break is coming. Yay!

Paris, France

Camille:

"Lady Belcourt! Nice to see you again! It's been very long, hasn't it?" Robert de Valois gently took my hand and placed a light kiss on it. I smiled. It had been a long time. Robert was born during King Henry II's rule, into the royal family actually, but they had met about a year or two before I met Magnus. Last time I saw him was after Queen Victoria died. Yes, a very long time.

Oops, sorry. I forgot to explain. After we caught Maureen and the Clave found me not guilty I moved to France. Now, I am at one of Roberts parties. I liked them because the guests automatically knew to leave at midnight. Except the ones in his bed.

"You are right, Robert. It has been very long, indeed," I reply. He smiled at me, but didn't let go of my hand. He took a few steps closer instead.

"I guess I could call you by your first name. I mean after that night, even though long ago, got us closer. Right?" Robert's arms had found their way around my waist and our unmoving chests were pressed together. I realized I had stopped smiling and put on another smile, a fake one.

"I have allowed you to call by my first name before that night, and you know it. That night was just a moment of lust and uh... sexual need. You know that very well, too," I said, trying not to lose my cool. Robert leaned forward (Yes, leaned. I am tall but he is taller. Plus, can't you wait until the next sentence. Rude!) and whispered softly into my ear,

"I would very much like one of those, what did you call them? Moments of lust and sexual need." I could feel him smirk against my skin. It made shudder slightly. "Maybe make them something more than just moments." I swallowed. He backed away a step or two and took my hand. "Let's go to somewhere more private." I followed him up the stairs. I don't know why. I guess after it was official that I couldn't win Magnus back, I needed someone to take my mind off him.

After a few hours of love making ( could I call it that, really?), Robert felt the need to get on top of me (again) and whisper into my ear (again),

"Isn't this so much better? After so many years of trying to win Magnus back, you finally realize he's not worth it." He was kissing my neck, his lips as light as air. "You shouldn't have wasted your time. I was always here. I was always much better than Magnus. Much better." Hearing him say those thing, say his name in so much disgust made the tears burn into my eyes. I closed them. "Why do you miss him?" He tried to kiss me. I turned my head to the other side. "Were you thinking about him the whole time?" He started thrusting into me. As a fact, yes I had been thinking about Magnus the whole time. It felt like it wasn't fair to him. Now more than ever. I pushed Robert of me. I got up and put on my clothes. I could feel the tears burning into my skin. Then I felt Robert's hand hugging me from behind. He dug his face into my neck and kissed it, leaving trails of feverish kisses against my cold skin.

"Why do you love him so much when he left you for a pretty face? I heard the boy looked a looks like William Herondale, the boy he left you for at first," he whispered. I turned around to face him.

"Goodbye, Mr. de Valois. I believe we won't see again unless you plan to stop talking about my relationships," I said. I hoped my voice didn't sound as weak as I thought. Robert nodded his goodbye, a smirk playing on his lips. I turned around on my heels and quickly left. In a few moments I was outside, the cold Parisian air going around me. It was midnight. There were many shadows and I could shadow-travel. But I walked slowly through the quiet and dark streets of Paris. I needed time to think and under the moon was the perfect place to do that. I was reminded of the midnight walks I used to take with Magnus. I remembered the sweet kisses we shared under the Eiffel Tower in the moonlight. I missed him. I wanted him back. But he was Alec's now. And I just had to accept it. I reached a park and sat on bench between two trees. I cried. I cried and let all the pain out. The pain Magnus created. The pain that kept rebuilding in my dead heart. I loved him when we broke up, and I love him still.