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So I'm back! So sorry last chapter was so short! But don't worry, I'm here to offer some closure Haha. I really hope you guys like this chapter! Something about last chapter felt off to me, and I really didn't like leaving it like that. So this is my redemption chapter!
Ya'll ready?
LEGGO.
My eyes drift open as the cool, blue light of Idris right before dawn hits my skin and sets the room aglow. My hands clench in the soft sheets as I stretch my short limbs out. I yawn and my sleepy eyes blink, taking in my surroundings. Dark wood floors and walls surround me while I sit atop a pile of sheets unfamiliar to my skin. I furrow my brow and look around, slowly letting the memories of last night drift back into my head. Oh.
I'm in one of the guest bedrooms of the castle, after running away from Jace and having a panic attack. I shudder when I picture the shocked and horrified look that was on Jace's face. He was probably going to be angry when I got back. I sigh and sit up, running a hand through my now tangled curls. I feel hot, with my training clothes sticking to my skin with the cold sweat of my unintelligible nightmares. I should've just locked the door and slept naked.
I notice a dark figure in the corner, and I sit up straight, my eyes suddenly alert. Peering into the darkness, I realize what it was. Well, who it was.
Jace is sitting in the corner on a chair, fast asleep. His head is hung, so all I could see were his gold curls. He was still in clothes from yesterday, now rumpled. What was he doing here?
"Jace?" I whisper, my voice cracking from my throat being so dry. His head shoots up at the sound of my voice, his eyes blinking sleepily. He hisses and cups his neck with his hand.
"Shit, I should've known that would hurt." he mutters, rubbing it reproachfully. Jace looks up, his eyes meeting mine. He looked cautious, reserved. "Um, Hi."
I bite my lip. "What are you doing here?" I whisper. I wasn't ready to face him now. I needed time, to regain my composure, to rebuild my walls. I was too vulnerable to have a conversation right now with him.
He hesitates for a split second, then walks over and gently seats himself on the bed. It was the first time I have seen Jace hesitate, not a thousand percent sure of himself.
"I just want- need-to know what happened last night. Out of nowhere, you flinch and act like I'm about to- hit you or something crazy like that. And you wind up here? What the hell happened Clary? He asks, his voice pained. I look away, trying to fight back tears from the terrifying images flashing through my mind. I couldn't do this.
Jace sighs lightly. "Clary, please, look at me?" He asks imploringly. I slowly turn my head to face him, but I keep my eyes down. Why was this so hard for me? He whispers, "What did I do wrong?" I breath out, my entire body slumping.
"It's nothing you did Jace." I whisper, fighting the onslaught of painful memories. "I just… I just needed a minute to myself. This is my weight to bear; you shouldn't have to deal with this. I'm sorry I ran off." I say quietly. I couldn't seem to get myself to talk above a whisper and manage to not cry. I hated this, feeling so vulnerable, as if I had opened up the door to my mind and soul and invited in everybody who walked by.
I feel a gentle, cautious hand slowly come down to rest over my fragile one. His hand is warm, engulfing mine totally. The goose bumps on my arm slowly disappear. "Like it or not Clary, I'm pretty sure marriage means dealing with each other's shit." Jace says gently, and I don't need to look at him to see the soft smile curling his lips. You shouldn't have to carry this weight by yourself."
My fingers subconsciously curl around his hand. I slump forward and sigh heavily, the overwhelming urge to cry slowly ebbing away. "I don't want to talk about it." I couldn't talk about it. Not now, not here.
His fingers slowly close around mine, and I hold on as if my life depends on it. "Okay, I won't make you. We can talk when you're ready. But Clary"- I finally look up at him, to find his gold eyes harden with absolute certainly. "I swear on the angel, I would never try to hit you or hurt you in any way. Ever, even if there was a sword pointed at my back." My eyes widen in shock at his words, and at the unmovable strength and stubbornness behind his bright gold eyes. I feel myself smile weakly back, allowing myself to fall into the aura of safety he was radiating. There was nothing else I could do.
"Thank you Jace. I'm serious, thank you." I grip his hand harder to prove my words true. He shrugs and smiles softly. I didn't see the dangerous, sexy king anymore. I just saw a man, promising to never hurt me. His walls were down, and I didn't feel like I was constantly preyed on. For the first time, since Jocelyn died and left me alone, I felt safe.
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"Seriously Clary?"
"Just get in position Jace."
"You don't have anything to prove to me."
"Of course I do Jace."
"No you don't."
"I'm so not having this argument right now." I huff. "I'm wearing gear this time, so will you please just fight me?"
He rolls his eyes and gets in position, the Bo staff poised. "You asked for it."
I grin, and then strike. My feet leave the mat as I roll, the staff held above me. I stop and stand up, swing the staff. Jace spins and stops me with his own staff, the sound of clashing wood reverberating through the large training room. A small grin is on his face as he forces me back a step. I push my staff down and spin out of his way, getting back into position. He comes at me again, spinning his stick in his hand and flinging it out at me. I catch it, feeling the slight burn on my palm from the force. He raises an eyebrow. "You're good." He concedes, right before kicking his leg up and breaking my staff from my slackened grasp. "But not good enough."
Good thing I was counting on that move. As he's busy smirking, I drop under his staff and twist it hard, breaking his grasp, I pop back up and brace it against his chest, hitting him so hard he almost falls to the floor. "There's this thing called hubris Jace." I pant, smiling. "It's also known as a fatal flaw."
The ghost of a smirk flashes on his face. "I'm well aware of the term. But," He drops down and kicks his leg out, sweeping me to the floor. "It's not arrogance if you can back it up." I roll my eyes and grab my staff, jumping to my feet, as Jace launches himself at the Bo staff on the ground.
"I'm sure that's what Agamemnon thought, right before he got stranded at sea." I say, aiming for a stomach hit. He twists and narrowly avoids it.
"Well well, somebody's all caught up with their Greek Myths, aren't they?" he taunts, landing a blow on my waist. I gasp as the breath is knocked out of me. I kneel for half a second, before getting up, much angrier than before. I start to ruthlessly attacks; him; landing blows everywhere he wasn't guarded. He widens his eyes in surprise and attempts to block my angry blows. I push forward relentlessly, grinning in satisfaction at a direct poke in the chest. He sighs, exasperated, and grabs the staff in my hand before I can hit him again. I yell in anger as he simply grabs it and tosses it to the side.
"What the hell?" I exclaim, going after it. He stops me by grabbing my waist. Jace sighs as I begin to pound my fists against him in frustration. Was it childish? I didn't care.
"Clary, calm down for angels sakes." He says, dodging my blows. I huff and stop, looking up angrily at him. His voice is soft now. "You're letting your anger drive you. And that means you're getting sloppy. You can't get sloppy when you're actually fighting a demon, or get so careless you forget something silly like having a proper grip just for the sake of hitting them over and over." He sighs, looking down at me. I avoid his gaze.
"I know that, you're just so aggravating sometimes," I half whisper, letting go of the irrational anger induced high. What was I even angry about? Him being better than me?
He laughs at that. "Well, that's something you'll have to get used to." He claims. I roll my eyes and nod, relaxing when I see him smiling.
I go to move away, only to find he is still holding me fast against his chest by my waist. I raise an eyebrow at him. "Jace, you're still holding me." I say lightly, slightly anxious. His gaze is darker now, his bottom lip drawn in underneath his teeth.
"I know." He whispers roughly, before kissing me.
A sigh leaves my throat as he kisses me, slowly at first, but growing stronger and harder as the seconds pass. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck, the soft ends of his hair tickling my skin, and stand up taller on my toes. He groans into my mouth and wraps both of his arms around me, pulling my infinitely closer. Jace starts to walk us backwards until my sweaty back makes contact with the cold stone wall, and I wrap my legs around his narrow hips. He gasps slightly and pushes me up until he's supporting me, his face cupped in my hands. My mouth opens under his steady pressure and I groan deeply into his mouth as his hips move against mine, making me squirm. I love the way he holds me, as if I'm as precious of glass but the strongest thing in the world. I weave my hands into his hair and listen to his rough gasp as I pull at the soft tendrils, letting it slip through my fingers. Jace's hands grip my thighs, practically piercing the tough leather. My thoughts grow wilder and wilder as I imagine how he would feel against my soft skin.
His lips break from him and travel against my throat and ghosting against my collarbone. I tip my head back and sigh in content at the sensation. "The things I would love to do to you Clary." He whispers, sucking at my soft skin. I whimper softly at the implication behind his words, and decide to be bold.
"What things?" I whisper, slowly moving my hips against his. I never would have done this before, but who the hell cares?
Jace stops moving against my soft skin and looks up at me, his eyes so dark I could no longer see the gold. His lips are so close to mine I can feel them brush against mine as he spoke slowly and quietly.
"I'd run my lips against every inch of your body, holding you still as you came apart under me." he whispers, letting his hands dance down my arms. I whimper, not letting me eyes leave his. "Watch you as you groaned and whimpered, biting your lip and ask me over and over for more." His hands traveled back down to my thighs. "Dig my fingers into your skin and enjoy listening to you gasp." He dug his fingers hard into my gear clad skin, emphasizing his point. His eyes are still watching me, a deadly smirk on his lips and he watches me attempt to catch my breath under his exquisite torture. His voice drops so low I can barely hear his velvet voice. "Kiss you slowly while looking into your eyes, watching as you abandon all your senses and kiss me back like you're drowning." He pauses right before kissing me. "And during all that, you not realizing for a damn moment how fucking crazy I get whenever you look at me like that with those eyes." He groans before swallowing any response I might have had to that.
I let him stop me, groaning as I feel his hand wrap itself into my hair. My hands slide up under his gear jacket, running my fingers over his flat chest. He shudders violently as I scrape my fingernails over his golden skin, tugging softly at my lip. My mind was filled with a mist, and the only thought I could get through was how much I wanted him to drag me back to our bedroom.
But of course, something had to ruin the moment.
"You know, when you live for 400 years, you get used to seeing couples sucking each others faces off. But a king and queen? I need to cross that off of my bucket list."
Jace and I break apart with a gasp and we both turn towards the wry voice coming from the entrance, where Magnus was casually leaning against the doorframe. Damn it, I have never been more upset to see him before.
Apparently Jace felt the same way. He groans and gently sets me down, running a hand through his hair. "Damn it Magnus, I've never hated you so fucking much." He hisses, glaring at him. Magnus just eyes him coldly.
"Wonderful, I'll let you know if my self esteem ever gets so low that I decide to mind if you don't like me." he says coolly, observing his nails. I smile secretly and attempt to fix my hair and cool my red cheeks. "Now, I am here to alert Clary that she has been called to the Rosewood kingdom for tea with the queen."
I furrow my brow. "What?" I ask, bemused. I have heard of the Rosewood kingdom, which was on one side of the Herondale Kingdom.
"I know right! How dare they treat me like some messenger? I'm a damn warlock!" Magnus exclaims, throwing his hands up. I roll my eyes at his theatrics.
"Okay Magnus, we will deal with that later. But what do you mean I got invited for tea?" I ask. He sighs and strolls into the training room, wrinkling his nose at the smell of sweat.
"She send a note saying she'd love to have you for tea tomorrow, and introduce her to you. This pretty much means she wants to size you up. Apparently the queen from the Penhallow kingdom is also coming. So, I suggest you go so that you don't become the subject of nasty queen gossip for the rest of your natural life." Magnus idly suggests. I look over at Jace, who still looks annoyed at his interruption before but is nodding along with Magnus. "Oh god I know Queen Aria, she's nice but has a thing for keeping secrets." He mutters.
"Okay, I guess I'll go. Can you tell her I'll be there tomorrow at noon Magnus?" I ask imploringly. He rolls his eyes and pats his glitter and gel encrusted spikes.
"I don't see why not, considering I've been demoted to delivery boy." He mutters, strutting out of the room in his emerald green slacks. Well, he was certainly exuberant. I turn back to Jace.
"How should I dress? Is she old fashioned, or more modern?" I ask, worried. This would be the first queen of the other kingdoms I would meet, and it would set my impression to all the others. I wasn't foolish enough to ignore the fact that gossip spread faster than wildfire in royalty. Jace sighs and fingers one of my curls.
"Relax will you? She's more classic so I suggest a corshey, or whatever you call those fucking second ribcages some girls wear." He mutters, furrowing his eyebrows.
"A corset Jace." I sigh. He shrugs.
"I don't really care to be honest." He leans in for a single, heated kiss, and then breaks apart before we get too carried away like before. I smile and walk away, trying to get away before he could trap me and drive me crazy again, whispering those soft words that drove me crazier than I had ever been. And I didn't mind. Because now, I know. I know that he cared, somewhere. And I would drag it out slowly, even if it took countless amounts of kisses and lures. Well, not that I'd mind that part.
By the Angel, he was driving me crazy.
Hey!
So I know how short this chapter is, it's really bothering me but I felt like if I included the tea this would be way too long plus another couple of days before an update! And I hope you liked it, and the fight scene was kind of hard, so I'm sorry if its either to short or too weirdly spaced, I tried. And hey, I love making heated scenes so expect many of those ;) Also, yes Aria is from PLL! I just thought hey Rosewood is an awesome Kingdom name and who doesn't love Pretty Little Liars?! Hahaha, so I hope you guys are excited for the tea scene!
Question: should I do a tipsy Clary scene, or a tipsy Jace scene?! I love writing drunk scenes lol, and I need to plan one for the moving of the story plot, I'm just not sure what you guys would like to see! So please REVIEW WHAT YOU THINK :D also, can we get to 175 reviews?1 that would be awesome haha.
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Keep reading…*MUAH!*-Madeline