Her tears were like acid on her face, the pain on her chest was bigger than anyone she had experienced before, her hands clenched in such a way the paper of the photographs, that her nails almost pierced the material, the pressure applied to the grip hurt, a lot, but nothing like the feeling of ... being deceived by him, the boy so beautiful, so precious to her, that become more than a childish crush, he was a complete change in the permanent confusion she felt; he was, or had been ... all life she had left.

"Clary, darling, I …" so he had followed her, why? Was the question, to all of what was happening, just why? "Are you okay?" She forced herself to stand up, shaking, and her voice being cut by the strength of her cries.

"What is this?" she turned, the pictures in one hand, her eyes cold as the rest of her body. Jace looking clueless, saw what she was holding; and what managed to break her completely, was the panic that his perfect face reflected when he saw it, confirming her fears.

"How…? W-Where did you get that?" if you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear, but he was so scared, so cruelly scared; there was nothing more real than his hesitation, absolutely nothing.

"Is that what you're going to say? What the heck is this shit?!" her voice became stronger as she knew that she could have reasons to complain.

"Okay, I'll explain, you just calm down, love… okay?" another blow below the belt, 'Love? You have no love besides yourself!'

"I don't want any explanation, is this for real?" she demanded to know, shaking the evidence on her hand, bringing it closer to his face.

"…it isn't what you're thinking…" he said, terrified; what right did he have to play victim at that point? She was the one who had been so beautifully fooled by him, and he was suffering?

"Then what is it, freaking Photoshop? I'm not that stupid, you moron! I'm asking you one simple thing and that's all I need to know, did it happen?!" and she was so hurt, that the pain became anger when he wasn't even trying to deny it.

"…Yes it happened, but not how it seems…" how could he? How could he look so vulnerable, destroying her pride once again, as he had already done in first place with Aline…

"No, nothing here is ever as it seems… It seemed that the Herondales were such great people that appreciated each other dearly, it seemed that it would be best for the Lightwoods to go away, it seemed that everyone is always trying to do what's best… it seemed that you loved me; but that wasn't true either, was it?" she tried to keep her expression blank, not showing all of the things she was feeling, but those were stronger than her, and she couldn't control her tears anymore.

"You… you don't know what you're saying, Clary, please…" and he looked as miserable as she did, but for her, the only true pain felt there was hers.

"Oh by the angel, you're so right! I don't know what I'm saying, I never knew what I was saying! Because you were lying to me all along! You made me believe a lie and I said and did such things I must've never done because none of this was ever real! You told me a thousand times… but they don't mean a thing…" Clary walked all over the place trying to process it, her bedroom had been a shelter for her, her hopes, dreams and plans… but now it seemed that all those things, memories kept lovingly inside it were trying to crush her.

"That's not true, how can you even imagine that I lied? In my life I've felt something more real than this, if this isn't real then what the hell would it be?" and he kept trying to catch her on his arms, but she wouldn't let him, even if she wanted to, not again…

"I don't know, because all of the things that involve you are bullshit! Everything's a lie disguised in this stupid idea all of you have of justice and kindness and I can't believe I fell for it!" in that moment she realized the reason why she couldn't help herself, she wasn't only crying, she was mourning, something inside her was dying, and none of them could do anything to stop it.

"That I agree, I know how fucked up my life is, but you cannot say that I don't love you… You're everything I have, Clary…" for the first time since they had met, she saw that his eyes were blurry, each word said compensated its weight in tears.

"Of course! Because Aline is nothing to you, right? She's just a friend, you said! You have nothing to worry about! Always defending yourself, Jonathan, because in your life you've made one single mistake! Who could blame the the poor lonely boy who's a misfit only because no one ever loved him? Well, let me tell you something… No one has ever loved you because you don't love back! Your thoughts of love are destroyers, they are death contained inside pretty phrases and expensive shit!" her mind was taking so many turns to all that had happened in that period of time, receiving information far too fast for her to comprehend them totally.

"Well I'm sorry that I'm so full of crap, alright? It's not like I haven't heard that before, Clarissa, everyone tells it to me constantly, so much to the point that I believe it as law!" and when she gathered enough will to see him eye to eye, her heart ached again, he was crying… and it was hard to say such things but she needed to get out some of that giant grieve kept inside her weak and small body.

"Haven't you thought that people say it because it might be true? Have you ever tried to prove the opposite? Have you even thought about doing it? Because, this tells me nothing more than that!" 'Stop it, you jerk! Stop making me feel weak! You're the one who's breaking my heart so badly, why would you be sad about a thing! This is all your fault… or is it?'

"That's because you're not listening to me! As all the others do…" that was enough to end with the little patience she had left.

"Don't you dare to compare me with them! If anyone here should feel unlucky to be where she is, that's me! Who'd thought that for a moment I … I trusted you, Jace! And this is what I get back?" she felt out of breath after letting that out, and almost fell again.

"So, if you trusted me so much why would you think that I could cheat on you?" was that even a question?

"Because a picture is worth a thousand words, Jace! And you're not saying the opposite of what I'm thinking! Any confidence I had once is gone, you understand? There's nothing left of what it was! That if there was ever something between us, she's always been in the middle!" she sobbed so loudly that she was afraid someone may come in.

"What happened with you and me has nothing to deal with Aline, I swear… Clary, for the angel's sake, just let me tell you…"and the more he approached, the more she went away, she didn't know him anymore; the guy she had met, the person she'd thought he was, had that been fake too? She was lost…

"Do you think I could hear one word coming out of your mouth ever again? I don't even want to see you right now!" she stopped talking before she choked with tears, there were so much of them, that she doubted she had anything more than water inside her body, she felt that has well, as a container with nothing more than useless liquid inside her, and everything that they told to each other, was a needle that pinched her, making her weaker each time. "I should've known, nobody changes so quickly after a lifetime of being evil… why would you be kind with me? Why would I be the first person you ever loved truly? Oh wait, no that wasn't me… it was her… you just couldn't let go, right?"

"I never felt something for her, are you hearing yourself? I can't…" another part of him she had never seen before, he was speechless, and it wasn't exactly because he had nothing to say, he could've said many things, but he was somehow hurt as well.

"Fine, I don't give a damn! But whatever was going on with her could've waited until you had the decency of saying that you were playing with me! And it would've ended soon enough for you to be as together as you wanted to be, doing or being whatever you wanted… Cause, that's always how it has to be, highness… everything has to be exactly the way you want it, and if you don't get it that way, well, we have to brace ourselves! Believe me when I say that I've known much cruel people… still, no one compares to you right now…" slowly, her crying stopped, and even though the pain wasn't becoming any more bearable, she realized that… it wasn't worth to let him see how much it affected her.

"God, Clarissa, you know me better than anyone in here and yet you're able to do such stupid accusations! My heart has never been more than yours since I met you! And here you are, tearing it to pieces!" so now she was the heartbreaker, how ironic.

"Tell me about it… anyways, it can't be worse than what I'm feeling… but don't worry, love…" she almost spitted that word "I won't be an obstacle for you anymore…"

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what you're thinking, I'm done with this, Jonathan… I'm not your toy, and I'll never be… but there is one promise you made me once that I'm most certain that is true and that you'll be able to actually do one day… We're through…" and she got out of the room before he could say anything else, that was just enough, and yet more than what she could take.

"Father?" seeing Robert after such long trip back home wasn't exactly what Izzy had expected to do. Still, it would've been stupid to make him angry because of disobeying him, heavens know what kind of temper he had.

"Ah, here's my future Queen! Sit down, darling… I'm talking with a colleague, I'll go with you in a minute…" she did as he said, feeling troubled; He said he was talking with a colleague; did that mean that he had other people behind his doing? It wasn't getting any better at all, she pretended not to be listening, but she needed to know what exactly he was telling others to do.

"Yes, she just got back… do you think that the evidence has been sent already? …ah, I was just making sure, I don't doubt your abilities at all, my friend… oh, and I'm glad, he'll feel so much better after getting out that little slip out of his chest… of course, it's our duty to uncover the truth, isn't it? … Alright, be sure you're ready for our next move, and I know I don't have to tell this to you but we cannot afford to make a mistake, we're very close of getting what we want… thank you again, goodbye" evidence? Uncover the truth? Next move? No, that didn't sound good at all, her terrified mind couldn't get to process all of it. "So, how was your vacation, dear?"

"…uh, good I guess, but it's always nice to come back home…" when it came to Jace and Clary, she had to pick her words carefully, she couldn't give him any hints of mercy or being at their favor in any way possible.

"For sure, well, I really hope you enjoyed it… because you won't be seeing them for a while from now on… we have much to do before you come to light, darling, and they must not get in the way…" he smiled, someone that didn't know him as well as she did, would've thought that smile was a sign of appreciation, big mistake.

"And how can we make sure that doesn't happen?" she didn't want to know, at all, but she had to.

"Don't you worry, my child, father is taking care of that, actually… the first step must be in procedure right now, and I have a few more tricks down my sleeve… all you have to do is listen and do what I tell you to; if you do so, nothing can go wrong" he assured her, 'Nothing can go wrong, of course not, if this whole situation is already wrong…' her mind told her, being almost annoyingly honest.

"And what exactly are you doing?" she asked almost instantly, making him look suspicious about her sudden interest "…If I may ask, father…"

"Okay, darling; surely sometime one of your beautiful dresses was unstitched, or not? And obviously, the first thing we do in such situations is pull the thread until it comes off the material, and we often do not realize that slowly, it breaks; imagine that our beloved family is that fabric, their whole life and history, everything that has to do with them is marked by these rebels tendrils, each of those represent all the stupidities they have committed, and they think nobody realizes. Dad is simply showing them that they don't have life or safety bought, honey; these threads have to be pulled one way or another, such a shame that it may lead to their destruction…" some hints of Robert's personality were truly unbelievable, like this one that Isabelle had the bad luck to see, he didn't seem affected at all, in fact he enjoyed causing such harm to them; declaring himself as the defender of truth, as if he had never sinned in his life; thinking he was digging the grave of those who he considered his enemies, and was actually his also.

"And don't you think they'll be able to do that to us as well?" she said hopeless, already aware the answer.

"They cannot prove anything, princess; Besides, they've always been awfully sentimental, they have no option but to fall, there's nothing they can do… when they realize what's happening, it'll be already too late, I'm afraid… they must've known long ago, that this would happen if they continued living the way they still do…" he was a complete show, he truly believed he was nothing as he said they were.

"Well, everyone has their flaws anyways… we have to accept that…"

"Of course, and correct them in any way possible, darling… especially the ones that are unforgivable…" he took her hands on his own and caressed them.

'Like ours, don't you think? Only the angel knows if I'll ever be able to correct myself…'

A nap didn't sound bad at that time, after spending all night crying her eyes out all Clary wanted to do was to rest, but it seemed impossible, the "motherfucker" constantly haunted her thoughts, every time she closed her eyes, or walked around the palace, or saw herself on the mirror, he was there, everywhere! It seemed that all parts of her somehow had something to deal with Jace, things he had said, or that they had shared, so many memories, too hard to forget… and she didn't know why she wasn't even trying to forget them. But, even if that nap would've been like heaven for her, she couldn't take it; she was walking to the Academy's cafeteria to get some coffee, of course, she had plenty of things to do (yet absolutely no desire of doing them) and she couldn't afford to stop living because of what was happening.

"So, Clary, now that we're at school and everything… What do you get if you divide the circumference of a pumpkin by its diameter?" Simon came from behind her and picked her up. She tried to smile, but her muscles were so tense that it was a bit painful.

"No, what do we get?" she waited for his ridiculous yet adorable reply.

"A pumpkin Pi!" most of the time, he was the only one who laughed about his jokes, but Clary needed some cheering up so badly that she did giggle as they walked to a table nearby and sat there, one in front of the other, as always.

"Jesus, kill yourself, Lewis…" she sighed "before your bad comedy gives me a headache, no wait! I already have one, a full-time one…" she ran her hand trough her hair, trying to clear her mind for a while.

"That must be Goldilocks' fault, Fairchild… nobody ever gets tired of me!" he bragged foolishly.

"You've never been more right…" she tried to keep her voice strong, but remembering him was beyond all bearing. He scowled and grabbed her tiny hand.

"Do you know how I know that something's up with you?" when she shook her head looking to their hands, he replied "if you were alright, you would've made a silly comment about how wonderful your husband is! But you didn't… and I'm surprised you didn't try to hide it, usually you do though it's useless…" did she use to do that? Trying to hide things from him? That was just nonsense! He was her brother from another mother! There was nothing about her that he couldn't know.

"There's no point on hiding it, though I haven't really told it to anyone yet… they'll figure out sooner or later, I just hope this doesn't get to the newspapers because that's when you'll have to go to hell only to see me…" she smiled sadly. "But I'm glad that you're the first one to know…"

"Must I call my contacts to find one that can perform a castration yet or…?" he insinuated.

"I wish you could, but I'd hate myself if something like that happened… This is awful…" the turmoil kept inside of her, and Simon's worried eyes were enough to make her shed another tear, when she thought she had not a bit left.

"Spit it and soak me, pumpkin" what would she do without him? She needed some of that loveable stupidity, joy and loyalty in her life; she couldn't have gotten that long without it.

"Jace … he… he has been cheating on me…" she whimpered, Simon as a good best friend understood it all trough her tears.

"I don't care if I don't have permission to do it, I'll cut off his "pride" anyways! I can't… how could he? Who does he think he is?" as much sorrow Clary felt as much fury Simon felt.

"The king of not only Idris, but the entire world it seems… I couldn't really say so, I don't know a thing about him for what it looks like…" she wiped her tears, still aware that new ones would fall and there was nothing to do about it "How come are you always right?"

"What?" he asked, suddenly clueless.

"You said I was stupid for falling for him… you were right… he's never been more than a jerk, that's just what he is… but I was idiot enough to think that there might've been a part of him that was different, special… a part that… only I had seen… and I loved him for that" she confessed in between cries. "God, I… I just cannot let go of it, Simon… when I tough we were real, it was so strong, enough to make me feel happy inside that hell they call palace; and now that I know that it was only real from my side, it's strong enough to shatter me… I had never felt so wonderful and yet finished before… I don't know what to do" Simon sat next to her and held her, tightly, but not hurting her; his best way of letting her know he was there.

"I know what you should do… but I also know that you won't want to do it or that it's not possible at all that they'll let you…God, I wish I could… do something but what?" he kissed her forehead, ash she clenched to his chest.

"If I had a clue I'd tell you but… I'm hopeless, Simon, hopeless… "She wasn't getting enough air on the position she had set herself, but she didn't want to breathe deeply either.

"I've read tons of books, manuals and played so much trashy games and that kind of stuff but none of them tells you how to deal with a broken heart… Fuck, Mario feels like shit that he cannot save the princess this time…" he said.

"The princess should be able to save herself… but she already lost the game…" she sighed.

"Why would you say so?" he demanded to know, he was angry that she was so hurt and that she believed she couldn't get herself out of that pain.

"Because she is so in love with the enemy that she can't escape…" their way to explain emotion was kind of weird, but it made it a little easier to say. "She happens to love all of him even though he's the devil…and it hurts, it hurts to death…"

"Then kill him, that's always the target… Kill the sucker and be free" she chuckled lowly as he stroked her curls, reminding her a bit of her mother.

"The sucker is immortal, he lives inside my heart… and I wish I could just open my chest and rip it off from my body, but you see I need it to live, so… I'll need him as well…" that was when Simon understood that, it was true that she was hopeless; he imagined what would happen to him if Izzy had done something like that, in those times everyone says to let go of that person and move on, but his girlfriend was so close to his heart ad Jace was to Clary's, he couldn't just let go of something that made him feel so alive…and because of that reason, Clary was almost dying.

"Well, if that's the case… let this sick heart break to pieces, burn to ashes, turn into dust and be taken away by the wind… we'll get you a new one, one that just needs a tiny bit from him to work…"he told her, her pain was so big that even he could feel it as if it were his.

"That sounds amazing… but I'm afraid that the problem isn't just my heart but all of me… I'm so stupid, if I was even just a bit smart I would've stop feeling this way at the moment I saw those shitty pictures but… I didn't, I'm the one who's broken… and I can't purchase a new me, if I'm truly done this time…I'll be gone and that's it… I won't be who I used to be, Simon…"

"Say what you may, but to me you'll always be my best friend… that's the one thing that won't ever change, Clary… and I know it's not enough, but at least it'll help you survive, right?" those words were the ones that reminded her that truth existed, and some people still used it, lived with it.

"Right… I'll need you, Lewis… also lots of ice cream, paper tissues, a mix tape with all the emo songs you guys can record and every romantic- comedy movie that can be found on earth… if that helps even a tiny bit, I'll go for it…" well, that's what all people do when their hurt, isn't it?

"As you say, highness…" he granted, he was as sad as Clary, but what she needed at that moment was something, or in this case, someone to hold on; someone who'd try to fix every crack of her little world that was being destroyed, she needed someone to be strong for her… or at least, pretend to be.

"Princess! Your sleeping hours are already done, could you try to stay focused if it's not more than what you can take?" for a moment, Clary had forgotten of all that made her feel bad, that's what friends are for but… she had to spend the rest of the time inside the place that made her feel bad.

'By Raziel, yes it is more than I can take! You, majesty, are more than I can take!' but those thoughts wouldn't turn into words, not if she wanted to continue living. "I'm sorry, majesty; could you repeat what you were saying, please?"

"And she must be expecting me to apologize for telling the truth…" Queen Celine whispered to God knows who because clearly Amatis heard that as well.

"If you let me, my lady…" she asked, Celine nodded carelessly "Highness, her majesty was saying that as you've been studying and reading remarkable papers of various kings and queens, you ought to write one of your own…" now, that was a challenge, especially for her that barely knew how to speak… Jace could've done so, flawlessly; his dictionary was twice bigger than hers…so, frustrating, even when his mother was sending her to hell, she couldn't stop thinking about him!

"What should I write about, majesty?" she asked with shaky voice, Celine turned to see her with her always cold expression and smiled the same way.

"There are many things you could tell to the people, highness… And as you're in such an important position of our society, why don't you write about the things you've experienced while being the Crown Princess, what has this sudden change taught you? Something inspiring…" another life enigma she had to solve, what did the Queen Consort found inspiring? Seeing her daughter in law being eating by a wolf pack? Yeah, that would've been enjoyable for her.

"How long do I have to finish it, majesty?" the list of things she had learned inside the palace was embarrassingly short, but can we blame her? All that the place has taught her was: trust nobody, nothing is the way it seems and there's no place like home!

"I'll give you one last chance of satisfying me, princess; I'll have mercy on you… You'll have as long as you want to write a breathtaking speech, and I most certainly have my hopes high, so… impress me…" yeah, she was a bit screwed. Could she write something breathtaking? Yes. Would her mother in law be impressed? Absolutely, but not the way she'd want to be impressed.

"Thank you, majesty, I appreciate that…" her eyes went from Celine's to the floor, she heard her approaching her desk, she lifted her jaw.

"And…?" she asked, her eyes awfully calculating.

"I'll do my best…" she smiled, the Queen nodded, running a finger trough Clary's silver locket, which she was now forced to use and felt like a chain around her neck, and got away from her.

"Of course you will…" she stood at the door and turned for a while to speak "And also… do your best while sleeping, only a blind wouldn't see that you need rest badly, sleep well tonight…" and she left; that somehow shocked Clary, she could've said much rude things having that on her mind, but her comment was almost nice, she hadn't threatened or mocked her… just gave her an advice.

"Amen, my lady…" she replied to who was already gone, her forehead met the hard surface of the desk.

"In my life I've said this so many times, but here we go again… What is happening to you, highness?" Amatis picked up the textbooks and left them on their specific place of the shelf.

"I'm tired, Amatis…" she answered.

"Well, that's kind of obvious, princess. But it must be more than just that…" and how could she know that?

"What do you mean?" Clary raised her head to look at her, she was concerned although she didn't show it, must've been because of her training to work inside the palace, nobody showed their true emotions… nobody.

"I cannot say that I'm a witch that knows it all, as you may think I am, but I'm a woman and as matter of fact a good observer… your back is tense, irritated eyes, dark circles under them, you haven't touched your food once today; which is more than unusual for you, Your Highness, since most times you have a pretty healthy appetite ... but what really confirms my suspicions is that you haven't seen the Prince all day ... you haven't even tried to do it "hidden" if you want to call it that way, because you well know that there is not much happening inside this place that you can hide from me." True, Amatis could be a spy if it was necessary.

"That's because I don't want to see him…" liar, she wanted to see him like hell, but she couldn't, not without falling to his feet and begging him to love her somehow. Pitiful, but true.

"Now, that I didn't know… why would that be?" it was strange, this was the kind of conversation she should have with her mother, but as soon as she had gotten back from Greece, her cell phone was confiscated… again.

"Because he's not who he says he is… and I don't want to be a part of his lie…" that, on the other hand, was kind of real.

"I got the first part of it in a way, but the second one not so much… Highness, the Crown Prince does not like deceiving, in fact, he hates it…" she said that as if it were obvious to anybody.

"It seems he doesn't care if it's him who's deceiving someone…" she replied bothered, she wouldn't accept being blamed because of something he had done.

"And how exactly did he deceive you?"She crossed her arms to her chest, not angry, yet interested. There were many things she could say: he was seeing another bitch, he said things that he didn't feel…

"He wanted to change me… and he did…"

To be continued.

Dreamer.

Hello readers! This was another chapter of my Mexican novella, just kidding! Of this fan fiction I love so much, and you know why I love it? Because it lives inside my head and heart and when I write it and you all like it, it is dream like, guys, for real! So, for the ones that read my unfortunate message of what happened with the lost 16th chapter, I tell you don't worry I'll fix it anyway I can, thanks for your concern! And another thing so has any of you played this dress up game of the Tudors? Well, a friend of mine introduced me to it and I'm obsessed with it because it's awesome! And so I've turned the characters of our favorite saga, now also characters of this fanfic into dolls! I have the pictures of them on my "WeHeartIt" account, I've also made a collection just for them, so you're more than welcome to check them out, here's the link: /Wonderful_Nephilim/collections/99831081-princess-hours-fanfiction-cartoons

As always, I thank you from my heart for readying my story and please tell me what you think about this chapter or the story in general, or whatever you want to say! Also, for those who already came back to school, good luck and May the Angel bless you, I'll go back on September the first, so… I'll try to update as soon as I can, but sorry if I take too long! Hugs and kisses to you all, bye!