"Ah, what a beautiful day for a conception, don't you think?" said Queen Imogen looking through the window, the birds sang, the sun was shining, the breeze warmed; it surely was a lovely looking day. Princess Maryse and Queen Celine were there inside her chambers discussing as well the ceremony of the first night, but they on their side, were terrified, for different reasons.

"It surely is, majesty…We must keep our hopes up that the Crown Prince and Princess succeed in their task…" not even Maryse could hide the nervousness she felt, but nobody could say no to Imogen, especially not when it came to children.

"Of course they will! Our Jace has never let me down, and they perfectly know that this is what they're meant to do, isn't it?" we could say, that the Queen Mother was the only one who was actually enjoying the situation.

"I don't doubt that, majesty; but as young as they are, I cannot help of worrying about my son…" confessed Celine as calmly as she could, Imogen turned to see her with a bright smile on her face.

"Now you know how it feels, dear… Anyways, I trust that everything will go exactly as it was planned… young hearts or bodies, in this case, don't get tired when it comes to love…" she sighed pleased, her companions suddenly shocked about her comment.

"Majesty!" they flushed and answered, trying to keep their voice low, but the tension was real!

"Oh, by the angel! As if you two had never had children before! And, you dear Princess, are carrying another one already! It's beautifully natural and normal… and just to imagine the gorgeous kids my darlings could have! I'll be the happiest great grandmother ever!" well, it was pretty clear that she wanted kids, no matter who gave them to her.

"But I don't think that the Princess is well prepared yet, majesty… it's only been a month since she got here, if she had some more, not experience, but rather teaching…" and it was also pretty clear that nobody doubted Clary more than her mother in law did.

"Oh, it's not that much science, Celine dear! I'm pretty sure they both now how it works, and even if they don't admit it… they'll like it, but that, I agree, doesn't concern us…" for what it looked like, excitement made Imogen talk more than what was strictly necessary.

"All we have left is trust that they'll do their best…" Maryse granted, not wanting to bother the Queen Mother anymore, or she'd be capable of rushing things even more.

"Trust is something that you must win, highness, not something that you just give for granted like a present or so…" Celine's eyes changed from expression concern to fierce fury.

"You and I, majesty, have both stood on the place she is right now; would you deny the fact that you felt uneasy as well? I believe that the last thing her highness needs right now is more scolding; you said it yourself they're young! They're scared, they're being asked to grow up as quick as they can or can't, anyone would act a bit clumsy if that was the case… So don't you think that the Crown Princess is worthy of some trust?" at that moment, Princess Maryse wasn't trying to prove anything or drawing another line on the sand.

"That's exactly the problem, highness… how can you trust somebody you don't even know? As you may be aware of now… you never finish knowing people" but what she didn't know was that the lines were drawn with every word that was said, and Celine wouldn't give in against anybody.

Clary got up, that if she got to sleep in the entire night, with her eyes opened as plates, the hour of the ceremony wasn't even close, but she knew there were not very much chances to escape for what was to come that day. She slowly got off her bed, trying not to make a sound, if Annemarie and Camille heard her; there would be no way to fulfill her just made up plan. She had been told that her preparation would start early in the morning, so Magnus must've been on his way to "visit" her by then, in fact, at that moment, she heard his footsteps on the hallway, approaching dangerously to the bedroom.

'Ok, it's simple, nothing you haven't done before; he comes in, you run past him and be free! That's it! You do remember how to run, don't you? We'll it doesn't even matter! Just escape however you can for the Lord's sake! And remember! This is no game, Clarissa! This is a battlefield and you're fighting for your… innocence, let's say so! Now, breathe… he's almost here… The door opens, you run out, the door opens, you run out…'

"This is Idris!" she screamed as Magnus opened the door, she had heard a phrase like that before in a war movie she had seen with Simon, and it seemed like a good thing to say as she tried to run through the hall; well, big mistake, Magnus was twice fast and tall than her; she barely took some steps before he was lifting her from the ground and placing her on his shoulder, leading them both right back to the room "Oh, c'mon, Magnus! Have a little mercy on me! You won't want your beloved Crown Princess to die from a heart attack before she can even get to be the actual Queen!"

"With all respect, your royal highness…" he began saying as he made her sit on the blue velvet chair that was in front of her big sky blue hairdresser with golden hints "Grow up" he kissed her cheek and started looking for the materials to begin with his work.

"You say so because it's not you who's being forced to bed a stupid crowned jerk you just met, and unfortunately married, a month ago!" she complained as she scowled.

"I wish I was so lucky, highness…" he chuckled as he heated the curling machine "But unfortunately… I'm just your humble servant" he smiled brightly to her.

"That's not unfortunate at all, Magnus! That's a blessing! The only unfortunate one here is me! They want my belly to grow the size of a watermelon just so they can have their precious heir! Another little blond devil running around the palace, as if his royal pain in the ass wasn't enough already!" she replied frustrated, Magnus laughed even harder.

"Oh, my lady! If you were really concerned about never getting to be called "Your majesty", I tell you don't worry! You're an absolute drama queen!" good thing that his mocking didn't bother her at all, there were many other things to be bothered about, Clary's eyes went from her stressful expression showing on the mirror to the ground.

"You can't deny the fact that I have reasons to be..." she whispered, playing with a lock of messy red hair, not wanting to seem weak at her friend's eyes, he sighed suddenly worried as well.

"All this fuss cannot be only about the first night ceremony..." his smile dissapeared at that moment, she was truly scared "You know you can trust me, don't you? What's wrong, Clary?" he asked taking her by the shoulders,caressing them gently like encouraging her to say what she was afraid and ashamed to.

"I know it sounds foolish and childish but... I don't know, I guess that every girl wants her first time to be special, romantic... something that's worth to keep as a memory, something that you can keep inside your heart and remember it when you feel sad... but this is just rushed and meaningless and we don't even like each other! But if I don't do as their majesties say, I'll be the next Marie Antoinette..."she hid her face with her hands, ashamed.

"Oh, because you're not able to give the people their heir, uh?" he also scowled.

"No, for being beheaded!" her hand motioning a large knife, the thought cooling her blood and she trembled.

"Well, I don't know everything in the world but I do know this...nobody acts mean because he wants to; sometimes, highness, life plays with us so awfully that it manages to break a part of us, you know? It takes away something form us and what we do so we won't get hurt again is to protect ourselves at all costs, no matter what it takes...anything works if it helps you not to feel such pain again..." Clary thought that sometimes, Magnus was underestimated, he was wiser than any person she had ever known, but he didn't brag about it "And, forgive my dare, but I'd say that is exactly what you both are doing with each other; but don't think that I blame you, I understand that your situation is confusing and stressful..."

"Almost unbearable, kind of deathly... but call it what you want" she replied, he smiled tenderly to her again.

"The thing is that... if you don't take chances, you'll never know what would've happened if... and to me, you're nothing like a coward, highness... heavens and hell know that... so, for now and always, make it what you want it to be, I know you're being pressured to bear a child but that's only because they feel pressured to continue with their bloodline, still they have no right to tell you what to do when they're not around... so, if you don't feel ready to take this kind of step, then don't; go a bit slowly, alright?..." yet, of course, it was easier to say than to do, Clary sighed.

"I guess you're right, but they'll continue using me as their baby factory until I give them Prince Goldilocks the second!" and that didn't make it any better.

"Even better for you, you'll have all the time you need!" he assured her, but deep inside her she knew, that time wasn't exactly her biggest problem. Rather than that, it was herself.

"You mean more stupid ceremonies like this? Sure, as everyone loves the just installed the National "Let's take the Princess virginity away" day! I don't know if I'll be able to survive even this one; I heard that it's going to be announced on TV, and... By the holy angel!" for a moment, Clary felt like the floor under her was moving.

"What happened?" Magnus asked, scared by her attitude.

"The problem is what will happen, dear friend... My mother's going to freak out when she knows!" after saying so, all of her fears turned into less important, Jocelyn would surely lose her head and come to the palace to slap everybody on their faces before taking her baby girl home again.

"That excuse won't save you from facing your responsibilities either, highness..." he giggled.

"Oh, that wasn't an excuse, not at all..." it was a warning to be more specific.

Aline was inside her bedroom, but she didn't feel safe, comfortable, or at home anymore. Her rage turned everything known and loved for her into ashes, slowly burning any joy she could've ever had; how could he? He didn't have any right to, he couldn't just play with her like that...

She realized what she was doing before it was too late, she was letting her temper go, and that wasn't good for anybody, she had been doing it everyday since she had gotten back from that shitty trip to England, and that was the reason why nobody had entered or gotten out of her bedroom, the TV had been on the entire time as well but she heard or saw nothing, all she had in mind was Jace's face and the desire to hurt somebody... anyone.

"... in other news, we could say that Idris is on holiday today... We've just gotten some recent details from the palace, to celebrate the Crown Princess and Prince's month anniversary, her majesty the Queen Mother has arranged a very special happening for the two of them..." began to announce the girl on the news, that somehow woke her up from her nightmares of horror and betrayal.

"That's right, as you all may know the first night ceremony is one of the most important events in the life of those who are heirs of the throne, it's usually performed on the first year anniversary, but Queen Imogen somehow decided that her grandson and his wife were ready to take a step further with their relationship, that makes me wonder what reason could they have for such rush?" continued her fellow, each word piercing trough Aline's momentary peace.

"Well, that might remain as a mystery if their majesties don't reveal any more information... All that we can do is to wish good luck to their highnesses and hope everything goes as it's supposed to be... we'll be back after this commercial break..." the other girl ended. Aline's lungs were on fire as her glare left the screen, she hadn't taken a breath since the segment had started; she looked at the ground, her teeth were chattering by the strength with which she clenched her jaw. Any composure she could've ever had dissapeared like smoke in the air, and all that she knew was that she had been fooled. Fooled and hurt, and someone had to pay for it... who could've known, that she'd make herself pay for it?

Things started to get horribly real when she looked at the mirror when he was done. All the job he had spent the entire morning and afternoon perfecting had turned her into a specie of Nicole Kidman in the Moulin Rouge movie, she barely recognized herself.

"Ah, highness, you look very pretty... the Prince will be very impressed; Congratulations, Mr. Bane!" said Amatis, sounding uncomfortably pleased, Magnus bowed deeply looking proud and happy.

"Impressed, you say... that's the last thing I care about right now..." she whispered, none of them heard her luckily, was that what she was going to say when she was about to...well, you know... for the first time? All the situation was beyond being just uncomfortable, and nothing was making it better; not even Magnus' comfort! His words were already dead and buried when Amatis took her to the dinning room.

"Wait here, princess; the Prince will be here in a minute..." she bowed as she went to the door, and right when Clary was about to beg her not to leave her alone, she vanished into the hall.

'To wait she said? As if I could even blink! But I must... there has to be something I can do, how come hasn't my mom tried to burn down the world yet? I really need her fierceness right now! Or whatever saves me from doing this... but who? The entire nation must be lightening fertility candles and shit at this time! Hell, this is so ridiculous! What do I do?!' have you ever had one of those moments when you're so worried that your mind stars talking shit? Well, she was having one of those in that moment, until she remembered... she actually had a best friend who'd do anything for her, right?

"C'mon, don't let me down right now, Lewis, please!" she was afraid to break her cell phone's screen because of the strength with which she dialed Simon's number.

"Whoa, I was just saying that a pumpkin is nothing without her farmer! What's up, Clary?" he finally answered, with his voice full of joy as always; in other situation that would've been somewhat calming for her but at that moment she was sweating like a pig on a spit.

"The question is rather what's not up, Simon!" she couldn't believe he wasn't aware of her misery. "Have you turned the TV on lately?"

"Not really, redhead; I suddenly got a stroke of inspiration this morning and I started working on a new song... a really cheesy one which surprisingly I'm not ashamed of! Something must've gotten to me after our little adventure the other day" he sounded really proud, and she hated to be the reason to send all of his work to hell but she needed help!

"That sounds amazing, for real... and talking about sounding... does the word "anniversary" ring your bell?" she asked, trying not to explode and just yell at him.

"Wait, do we have a best friend anniversary or something?" he asked, clueless; she wondered what could he be thinking of to forget something like that?!

"I wish that was it, please look at the closest calendar you have around!" her tiny remaining bits of patience and peace were running out like pizza used to on Simon's house.

"February 18th … Oh, shit! No way, No... NO! What the heck?! When did days go by? How can be this happening? You're too young to die, Clary! ..." he continued screaming some other things after that but Clary didn't hear them like at all.

"I know, I know... Don't have a heart attack right now, I need your help! I don't... I just can't let this happen..."

"Of course you cannot! How can you even think the opposite? But what do we do? … Wait, I have an idea!" those last words were like bells of heaven sounding on her hears.

"Perfect, what is it?!" she was forced to lower her voice when she heard footsteps out of the room.

"Don't ask, just be ready, I'll be there in ten minutes!" he said sounding serious and in a hurry. But the calmness lapse she had felt was gone after that, she had... not really a bad feeling, but a strange one.

Simon almost jumped from his seat and ran all the way to his house's main door; All he had in mind was that the girl he had loved for a long time was in trouble, she needed help, but he didn't really know what he was saving her from, maybe they were making a big fuss over nothing, but he couldn't let Clary's jerky husband win over her, he had already married her... but he was nobody to force her to give herself like that. Just when he was about to leave with the speed of light, someone knocked; he opened the door revealing a pair of beautiful dark and teary eyes, his heart jumped inside his chest.

"Oh, hey Simon... sorry to bother you,I..." Isabelle tried to wipe her tears as fast as possible, trying to hide them from him, she sighed "Is Becky here?" after she said so, something inside him hurt, as if he had been stabbed by those words.

"No, Izzy, sorry; My mom took her shopping, you know, girl stuff, but... Are you alright?" something inside his mind was trying to remind him an important thing, but seeing her like that, in need of someone to listen, he couldn't remember anymore.

"I wish I was, but... I cannot really say so, well, sorry for interrupting again..." when she was about to turn and go away, Simon reached out for her hand; the soft surface of her palm sent a wave of electricity trough his hand and spread everywhere in his body.

"You didn't interrupt a thing... you can talk to me if you want to, I've got time..." he smiled sweetly to her, making her smile back as she nodded. Time, 10 minutes he had said, but those thoughts died at the sight of someone else.

'Oh, fuck, he's late...' Clary's mind told her as she squirmed on the chair, her eyes going from a window to the other one, desperately looking for a hint of her geek savior. And then, she felt as if a bucket of ice water has been thrown over her when she heard a familiar, and annoying, worth to say, voice coming down the hall. 'Correction, you are late, dear...' she looked up to her husband, who stopped for a moment to admire each detail of her new image.

"Where's my wife and what have you done with her? You look great" there was not a hint of sarcasm on his voice, he was truly surprised and amazed, but Clary's nervousness wouldn't let her be kind as well.

"Do I? Cause I feel like dying on the inside... for real, you say that hearts are meant to beat? Well, mine doesn't anymore..." and her tongue was as reckless s herself in all of her glory.

"I'll take that as a compliment...Don't you feel lucky? You've had the most desired man on heart as your husband for a whole month..." And Jace, on his side, knew how to hide his own anxiety with is incredible ability of acting like an idiot.

"If you're that desired then why haven't I been kidnapped and taken away so one of your crazy fans took my place today yet?" it was more like a prayer for her than a question.

"As much as I'd like that, I'm afraid to inform you that if you haven't noticed, we live inside a place surrounded with tons of carefully trained guards, that was just something stupid to ask..." something stupid? He was stupid, the idea of a "holiday" like that was stupid, Simon was stupid for not appearing, That whole situation was something stupid! It was even stupid to say that it was stupid being as obvious as it was.

"Well, be ready because many more stupid things are to come tonight..." that she had no doubt about. When the food was brought to the table, Clary found asking herself if she'd be able to even open her mouth, surprisingly the fear helped her appetite, and yet she was trying to eat as slowly as she could, trying to gain some time; but although she tried with all of her, it was just useless when Amatis reappeared inside the room, bowing to them.

"Your room is ready and settled, highnesses; please follow me..." Jace got up right after she said so, for a moment she though he was kind of excited... but that was something insane to think. She forced herself to follow them when she lost the sight of them, their room apparently was apart from his, hers, his parents, and everyone else's... they must've thought about the noises and stuff, Clary shook with the thought. Even on the outside, she could say it was pretty big and wide, the hall lead to a cream colored double door with golden lock, in the framework had been carved runes of love and trust, she couldn't believe they were taking it that seriously. But what made Clary want to run and scream frightened all through the palace was the fact that almost all the maids were there to receive them.

"Is tradition for the help to be outside he room in case you need anything, highnesses..." she commented when she saw Clary's scowling. 'Oh, great! I might need a knife and a coffin later on, thank you...' she wanted to shut her thoughts badly. Amatis opened the door,the room was white and beige upholstery, it had several velvet furniture like all of the palace's; sober and simple but beautiful decorations, also a bathroom with a Jacuzzi for two, what better place than this to lose sanity, especially because what most caught attention was the large and comfortable double bed in the center of the room with cushions of all sizes, and so could be seen, that some lovable, wisecracking servant had placed rose petals in heart shape on the surface of the bed and lit candles with cinnamon smell all over the place.

"Welcome... Our best wishes from all of your family's members and the workers of the palace, good night" Amatis shut the doors before Clary could even think of getting away, she stood in front of where she had been just a second ago, shaking. She turned around slowly, the eyelid of her left eye trembling as she watched her husband admiring the decor. Her eyes stopped when she saw various of expensive and luxurious wine bottles placed on a coffee table at a side of the bedroom, some of them looked like they had aphrodisiac ingredients, she was lost. 'Bloody hell, so they'll try to get me drunk to make sure that they get what they want? Everyone here is freaking sick!'

"They're expecting is to make a thousand anniversary toasts or what?" she tried to get a confirmation to her mad suspicious.

"Nah, that's probably because they know that we won't do a thing if we're not wasted..." yup, just as she had thought.

"Of course we won't..." she kept looking at all of the ornaments of the room, trying to clear her mind, one special object caught her attention. "What's that?"

"That's the infernal cup... It's a replica of the mortal cup, but I don't have an idea of why is it here..." he approached to where she was standing to get a better view "It's part of a legend my ancestors invented so our relics would be safe, if someone dared to drink from it... a terrible curse would be cast on them, killing all of the human and good inside them..."

"Ah, I finally understand what happened to you... well, I can say by fact that no curse is worse than being forced to do this..." she felt so uneasy that the only gate out of her fears was to be cold with him; but Jace was trying so hard to make them get closer, that those kind of comments really hurt him

"What about the curse of being married to you? Nothing could ever make someone even more miserable..." he replied, but not in the sense she thought he had.

"Idiot..." she whispered, suddenly angry about what he had said.

"Plebeian" he contested.

"Smug" she turned to say that to his face.

"Stubborn" he snorted annoyed.

"Annoying" she got closer to him.

"Ridiculous" he grinned as he walked towards her.

"Boring" she crossed her arms to her chest.

"Childish" he squeezed one of her soft, flushed with fury, cheeks.

"Sick!" she hit his hand and in less than one second their faces were separated by millimetres.

"Kiss me" he said, his mouth so close to hers that she could feel his breath as he said so; she pulled away bothered, forcing herself not to give in to him.

"What? Are you stupid or you just pretend you are? No wait, you really are! You really think I would give my first...?" and she talked more than she should have.

"Your first... what?" suddenly he seemed too dangerously interested.

"Nevermind, I don't want to talk about it and even worse with you..." she shook her head, looking away from him.

"You haven't kissed anyone? Not even your silly best friend?" he asked, shocked, how come such a gorgeous girl hadn't been kissed before?

"You said it, Simon is my best friend, I don't see him that way..." she sat on one side of the bed, avoiding his eyes, why were they even talking about that? In fact, why did he care?

"I don't think he's aware of that, but ok..." his soft chuckle turned into a laughter.

"Don't laugh, it's not funny!" and that only made her get even more upset.

"No way, I just... I think it's kind of cute... you keep that special moment for someone special, I understand..."and that somehow was exactly what she had always thought...

"Right, and that special person is definitely not you..." but she wouldn't give him so much credit only for that. Jace's hand tuned into a fist, he sighed, every step forward he took, she took one back.

"I agree..." but his eyes didn't look for hers again, he went to one of the closets next to the room's door, and took his shirt off, revealing a well toned back, his skin smooth and bright, Clary looked back to the ground, what had just happened?

"What the hell are you doing?!" she demanded to know, her palms keeping her eyes from taking another improper glimpse of her husband's almost perfect torso.

"Well, you've made pretty clear that no child will be conceived tonight, I thought it would be a good idea to take advantage of this time to sleep as normal people do, so I'm looking for the nightgowns ... I'm awfully tired of being so perfect all the time, I need my beauty sleep..." he replied, sounding annoyingly serious. 'Alright, but why do you have to do it right in front of my face? … wait, maybe he wasn't expecting you to look... Shit, not time to be a pervert, Clarissa!'

"There's a magical place called bathroom that might help you with what you're doing... why don't you try using it sometime?" she said giggling sarcastically, suddenly her own nightgown fell next to her on the bed.

"I couldn't live with the guilt of depriving your tortured existence to see some of the miracle I am... Go ahead and change quickly, I'm sleepy" his highness ordered, Clary scowled, she started undoing her hair, which Magnus had bathed in hairspray.

"Oh God, my tiara's stuck" she let out a pained groan as her hands tried to free themselves from the messy knot her hair had turned into.

"Unbelievable, and you dare to call yourself a woman like this?" Jace walked over to where she was sitting and tried to help her the best he could.

"Ouch, fuck, you're hurting me!" she complained.

"Maybe if you didn't move so much..." he replied frustrated. The maids outside the room couldn't help of giggling at their easily misunderstood words. Jace took the tiara from her head and placed it on the nighstand of her side of the bed. "Done..."

"I won't thank you for almost leaving me bald..." she pouted.

"I wasn't expecting you to do either... just change already!" he got away from her and laid on his side of the bed, fairly apart from her side. Clary stood up and went to the bathroom, taking an awful lot of time to get out, and yet when she did Jace couldn't help of realising how revealing her gown was, his breath stopped for a moment, his heart started beating as quick as the flutter of a hummingbird and he was sweating, he got out from the bed and sat on the floor.

"What on earth are you doing?" Clary asked kneeling on the bed to look at him as he... did crunches?

"I'm not as tired as I think I was... I won't sleep well if I'm not tired enough..." and that somehow sounded reasonable for her, actually, it wasn't bad idea.

"Wait, I'll do it too! I have to make sure you don't cause me nightmares!" she sat next to him and started exercising as well "Actually, some wise men say that you don't remember a thing of your dreams if you sleep well!" And they kept on doing every move Jace knew, and when he had ran out of ideas, they thought of doing some leg stretching, but of course, he was way more flexible than her.

"By Raziel, you're going to tear me to pieces! Can't you be a bit more gentle?!" she squealed, her face red as a tomato as Jace applied pressure on her back.

"If it hurts it's because it's working!" he replied as a school coach; once again the maids giggled, a lot louder than the last time, actually "God, those women are sick for real!"

"I think I'm already tired..." Clary said bitting her lip, she got away from him and laid on the bed, having him so close (and all the exercise, of course) had made her get uncomfortably hot. It looked like Jace was exhausted as well, he laid not so close to her and pulled the sheets over his body. "What are you doing? I'm hot as hell, get those away from me!" and of course, the maids laughed once again.

"That's probably just because of me... just remember that it was you who decided to miss the chance to have this golden package all to yourself!" he winked at her and closed his eyes smiling "Just try not to rape me in your sleep, because I know how bad you want it... But if you ever get cold while sleeping, I'll have mercy and agree cuddle you after you beg for it, okay?" had he really said that? What made him think she'd do something like that?

The annoyance she felt won over all her calm and suddenly, she dug her legs on either side of his hips and held strong his wrists taking his hands above his head; looked him straight in the eye, he was lost for a moment in the glow of anger in her emerald eyes, his heart pounded.

"Alright, you punk! I won't take one more of your silly jokes! If you dare to touch even one of my hairs, I'll cut your fingers one by one... and toes also, just to make sure... I'll even sleep in this position to make sure that your dirty hand don't even think of touching me, have I made myself clear?" and he was surprised that she was so strong, so powerful and yet so adorable to his eyes, he had been wondering how long would he take before he lost control, he smiled playfully.

"You do know this won't work, right?" he said, shocking Clary for a moment, just to frown a second after again.

"Why wouldn't it, Goldilocks?" she almost spat those words.

"Because of this" his own hands took hers and pulled them down, using the same strength to lay on his elbows and sit up, taking her by the cheeks before she could even breathe and pressing a deep kiss to her lips. Clary's eyes were opened widely for a moment as she processed what was happening, his mouth moved sweetly on hers, the caressing of his lips had the strength of lightning for her, and something inside her heart told her that this was the sign she had been looking for. Her eyes closed slowly and her hands met his perfect curls, pulling him closer to her mouth and heart; she smiled because of how dreamy it felt, her beats pounded and her body pressed itself against him each time she kissed him back, his hands played with the soft skin of her waist and rubbed her back adorably, hugging her tightly, finally... finally one of his dreams had come true.

And as for her, she didn't really want to fall in love with Jace, but how could she have helped it?

To be continued...

Dreamer.