It was four in the morning, Clary had raised her exhausted eyes to the grandfather clock hoping to find a reasonable hour and explanation to be awake in the library in case the maids showed up, but she had to admit that she wasn't waiting to find that he had stayed up all night long going through books that said absolutely nothing, the same information over and over again. She wasn't overreacting, about that she was sure; Jace was about to be thrown away from his own home by someone who didn't have any right to do so, they had to do something, she had to do something! But her attempts were being embarrassingly fruitless. She rubbed her eyes, almost angry that she had spent so much time in there and had done so little and remembered that her cellphone had vibrated for a couple of hours, so she picked it up to find four texts from Simon.

"-Pumpkin, are you there?-"

"-I'm kind of heartbroken here, and as you fixed it apparently quick I thought you might help…-"

"-Not only because of that, it was pretty stupid to say so, you're my best friend, I need you.-"

"-I always do, sorry if you thought I was replacing you; I didn't btw, but in case you do, I was wrong… I was awfully wrong and I'm paying the price-"

Her heart ached, that kind of stabbing pain that come for a moment and then change into a little bit more permanent kind of pain, she sighed and replied; having in mind that it was early morning and seriously hoping he didn't.

"-My, it feels like years that I've been lost within my own worries. I'm the one who's sorry, Simon, you've done nothing wrong…. It's just that my life has been a fucking rollercoaster lately and I have the feeling that I'm being pushed towards a cliff, but this isn't about me… You can tell me anything, I'm here for you-."

Unluckily, he did, leaving clear for her that something actually was awfully wrong; those things used to happen to him; when he was depressed he could spent weeks without sleeping.

"-We broke up, but she… she broke everything that was left of me-"

She should've known; why did she thought that breaking all relation and contact with those who were Isabelle's family didn't mean that she'd remain with someone who was almost nothing, at the eyes of his father of course, for her. The guiltiness turned into worry and for a second she was frustrating of dealing with so many emotions at once, she had to remain calm and supportive and useful, there were needing people that loved her, and she had to stay strong, focused.

"-Oh, buddy… It'll be fine, maybe it was for the best, you know? Izzy's as troubled as we are; the palace isn't a safe place to be anymore, now it's like war for all of us… And I really think you shouldn't be involved-"

"-I'm already involved, Clary, I… was the one who finished it, I know this isn't an easy thing to go through but Isabelle doesn't trust me, she hides too many things and I was scared that she might be hiding who she really is… I love her; I love the person I thought she was-"

"-That's the only mistake you've made up until now, she is that sweet, funny and stylish person we know she really is! She has nothing to deal with what Robert proclaimed, it's a trap!-"

"-Or is it? I had thought so, yes… Robert's completely nuts but why would he present his daughter, a girl, as heir to the throne when Alec has much more rights of being the next king? You really think that she didn't get her hands dirty in this?-"

She was about to reply a certain no, but then again her obfuscated mind wandered too much time around the thought, till she felt like knowing nothing, it wasn't the first time it happened…

"-I'm kind of losing the number of people I can trust in, I still don't understand quite clearly what happened… but things do happen for a reason, we just have to find out which one is it-"

"You look terrible…"Jace had apparently refused to see her in the eye for the whole morning, and he still kept his eyes down while the limo took them, only them, to the Academy. Alec had left the school, as he had left everything else behind; little they knew about the Lightwoods, not even the Queen Mother was allowed to stablish any contact with them, so Imogen was also tearing apart on the inside.

"Well, we're not all perfect and godlike looking like you, love…" She tried to giggle, finding that her throat was dry and her face muscles far too tensed to try to move them.

"You know what I mean…" She didn't hear him that bereaved very often, the catharsis was inevitable. She sat next to him and took his hand.

"I know it's not a pleasant task to do, but look at me…" she touched his chin gently and turned his face towards her. "It'll be fine, we'll solve this… I'm not certain about how, but I know that I'd do anything for you…"

"You promise?" a strange gleam showed up in his golden irises, she nodded.

"We'll fight this together, it's us against the world, remember?"

"As long as we can, dearest…"he kissed her forehead as she snuggled with him. "I love you…"

"I love you too…" It was horribly funny, how those beautiful words could be filled with so many gloomy and desperate feelings. Clary didn't seem to notice, having her head in other word different than him; but all that Jace saw was her, only her and what would happen to them once there was nothing left to do, feeling certain that day would come soon.

"This is simply wonderful! Maryse, tell the servants to open one of those French champagne bottles we've been saving, we've got to make a toast…" Robert walked around the studio with such emotion that made him look like he was in a carnival parade and not trying to erase his own nephew from the map of Idris for once and all.

"I cannot drink, darling, you know that… and may I ask what do we owe the celebration?" Maryse got up from her seat, caressed her paralyzed daughter's cheek and walked to the door to talk to the servants, with a pretty noticeable poker face; just like the other two quarters of people that found themselves in the room. So typical from him, enjoying life when everyone around was miserable.

"Oh, a bit of alcohol in your system won't affect little Maxwell so much, will it? My contacts have told me that Isabelle is gaining much popularity around Alicante, it won't be long before she becomes Queen…" The father lifted his kid up but Max seemed to be afraid of him; so tiny and yet so smart.

"Of course it will, but why would you care?" Alec might have wanted to point that out as a whisper… or not.

"Someday you'll thank me, children; father just wants the best… for all of you" Robert rocked the baby softly, but he wasn't carrying him the proper way…

"And you still dare to call yourself our father… don't you see how you've got us? What you've become? All of the awful things you've done?! You've ruined each one of our lives!" his oldest son began to lose control, the pieces of himself were starting to hurt him more than he could bear, and it seemed unfair that they were the one who'd have to bleed if he was the causer of it all. He stood up from the couch he had been sharing with his sister.

"I've done nothing more than making your sinful and gross life better, Alexander! How can you complain? Nothing worth having comes without a sacrifice! And you both need to be cured from all of that foulness that has gotten into you because of Jonathan and Clarissa… I still wonder when was it that I lost you… you used to have so much potential, so much material to be molded…" Max began to make noises, clearly uncomfortable at his father's touch.

"That's the fucking problem! We're not your property! We're not your dolls to be used and then thrown away! I'm nothing of yours… neither is mother, or Izzy, or Max! But you've always believed yourself king of the world, haven't you?! The only sick and pitiful one here is you! But you're lost in your own lie, blind and crazy enough to think you're doing right… only for you… It wasn't you who lost us, we lost you… we lost a father and got a madman instead, a despicable and grotesque version of who you used to be…" Robert began breathing heavily, Alec on his side teared without noticing; Maryse hurried the maids out of the room leaving the bottle and two glasses, right next to whom they shouldn't have. Isabelle held her brothers hand and he caught it strongly.

"You don't know what I've been through, ungrateful bastard…" it was the first time he had called his own son that way, but after all that was happening that didn't surprise any of them.

"Not really, because I've been through worse! I've experienced real pain, not the tantrums you try to convince yourself are so hurtful… You've made me go against everyone I love; you've threatened me, and made my sister your puppet… made us prisoners! Made us liars and traitors! But I swear on the Angel that when this is over! You'll pay for everything, Robert! For every one of your stupid mistakes! And I'll make sure that you won't see the light of day ever again!"

"Alec, stop…" Izzy looked at their baby brother, his small cheeks getting red from a scared grimace.

"You won't do anything I don't allow you to! You belong to me… And I'll make of you whatever I want, I'll do with you whatever I want!" with his free hand, Robert hell the glasses awkwardly and threw them right next to the wall behind his son; Max screamed, becoming a bit purple this time, Alec fell to the ground with a hand on his nape, Maryse ran to find him bleeding from the pieces that had gotten to him. Izzy looked down to help when Max's cries became louder and louder.

"You're choking him!" She forgot the fear she felt towards him for a moment to rescue her baby brother, but he had such a tight grip on the little one's neck that he made it impossible for her to take him away. "Let go!" finally she closed her hand strongly around his wrist, nails digging into the flesh and freeing blood threads, he groaned in pain. She took the baby and walked away from him as he coughed uncontrollably. The father, or what was left of him walked out of the room, stepping strongly into the delicate floor and making it sound like it would break, and Izzy felt something similar inside her as Max tried to hide against her chest.

"We have to finish this, Isabelle, or there won't be a thing alive left in this place…" her mother cried holding Alec, has he became pale, blood staining the same floor; she heard nothing and everything the same time, her ears rang and panic built up where the baby rested his head. Hiding betrayal was a thing, but hiding murder, was a completely different issue.

"Princess, for the love of god, stop this before you get sick again…" It seemed for Clary as if those words were becoming as usual as breathing for Amatis but her already stubborn self-had become a godlike level of the same; now it wasn't because of recognition or because of a hobby, it was Jace's, Izzy's, Alec's, Max's and her own sake, life and future that was in risk, how could she do nothing? Nor Stephen or Celine would help them, the father because of simple and selfish pride, and the mother for mysteriously unknown reasons; at least they knew she was on their side, but if she wasn't willing to move a single finger for her beloved child it was kind of useless.

"Sick or thrown into jail, Amatis, I would let you decide but as it is my life I cannot do so…you should rather be helping me other than contradicting me, thank you very much…" but she had to admit that she also had memorized those infinite pages of "nothing new" line by line.

"Well, I'm sorry, highness but let's be fair and honest with ourselves for a moment and say if you've really gotten anything from sitting here for weeks now… Nothing has changed for good since the damn day that Prince Robert dared to open his filthy mouth, King Stephen has resigned to lose everything, Queen Celine is too enclosed inside her own mind as always, and your grandma would never do anything against any of you, I'm sorry to be this realistic and somehow rude in your presence, princess, but let's face that you two are still children in a world of cruel and egoistic grownups" her aunt gently touched her shoulder. "And that you won't be able to change with simple bravery and sadly few quantities of evidence…"

"I have to try…" she shivered in low voice as it broke periodically, and turned the pages of the books fast, so she could hide the marks of her tears in them. She knelt beside the chair, surprising Clary who turner her face away from her blue stare.

"Why? What's he real finality of this entire act, highness? Be sincere… You now I've been with you" another thig she couldn't deny, the scores said Amatis: 10000, Clary: 0.

"Because of what you said, I have to take care of him, I have to stand beside him, I have to help him in any way I can before he chooses something he won't be able to get away from, before he loses everything he lives for… before he…"

"Becomes like his father…" she conclude, Cary didn't want to face it but it was true.

"He loves this place, his family, the life he thought we'd have… he loves me, and I love him, how not to try everything? She tried hard to speak clearly, with all of her; it wasn't time to be weak.

"What will happen when there's nothing left to try? It seems like the Lightwoods have all doors out stuck… a declaration like this cannot be given carelessly, and your uncle wouldn't have announced it if he hadn't been sure that he had all in his power to win" she took her chin softly and made her look at her face, taking with the truth.

"I'll ty to put him back together then, but until that… I have to do all I can to make sure he doesn't get broken… he has lost so many things, we all have, it's time to make the sacrifice worth something…" and her own declaration came out the clearest. Amatis held her strongly, but kindly enough not to leave her breathless.

"You have much courage, my child, and such a pure heart… I'm glad that all that has happened hasn't take that away from you, it's usually what real life does… and I also hope it stays that way… I hope it does…" Clary had planned on stopping her cries, but those words made them increase, she held her back. "Fight then, fight for those who weren't able… until the end…"

"Not until the end, Lady Amatis, always…" they were trapped, yes; they were children, that´s also somehow true, but they spoke, acted and lived the ways that the adults surrounding them would never be able to.

"Hey, lifetime neighbor, what's been up in your life? You know as everyone's in Idris nowadays is a complete, bloody, cheap drama…" it was somehow weird that Simon and Jonathan didn't talk often when back when they were children, along with their sisters, they used to be so close… well, I guess now we know a lot of things used to be, still the past is the past…

"Not much that's nice to say, bro… my best friend , aka your sister is being kind of dead threatened the country is as stable as my love life and by that I mean that I dumped my secretive girlfriend because I feel she's not who I thought she was… how does that sound?" Jonathan sat next to him on the Lewis' stairs.

"Pretty fucked up, I grant that to you…" he took out a cigarette from his jacket and lit it.

"I thought you promised her you'd stop smoking?" He put is head between his hands.

"We've all broken promises, Simon, believe me this isn't something she should really be affected by… Although we've tried to make her life perfect… now she's in the eye of the storm…" he laughed sarcastically playing with the cigarette on his mouth.

"I still don't understand why you put her through this…" and that hurt him deep inside, haring that out loud and not inside his head, hurt even more.

"We thought it was the best for her… we never expected for this to happen, not his way at least…" he stupidly revealed something, something that no even Clary herself had listened to yet.

"Not this way? What do you mean?" Simon trusted Jonathan, as much as Clary did but that was just suspicious.

"I mean that we thought it would be her who'd get out of it if she wanted to, not that she'd be overthrown by the royals themselves…" it wasn't time yet, they had a bit longer, a bit to think it trough and explain it the best way, but that didn't grant the fact that she wouldn't hate them, not at all.

"Expect the unexpected… no one is who is said to be… and nothing is ever assured…" it was somehow embarrassing that someone younger than him knew things better than he did.

"At least… she was a happy for a while, right? She does love Goldilocks… and he surely loves her… he'd protect her, wouldn't he?" d if he get everything complicated rather than fixing anything, he at least had to make sure that there would still be someone she could run to, even if that pierced their hearts like nothing would ever do… They couldn't ask for her love or forgiveness, just to long for her safety when happiness had already been denied.

"Sure he'd take the bullet for her… but that doesn't make it easier, you know? They're so fucking tied up… like all lovebirds, their good depends on the other…" ok, that wasn't relieving at all.

"So that means your princess must be hurt as hell as well, doesn't it?" so he changed the subject.

"That's the problem… I'm the one who's hers, honestly, truly and completely… but I don't know if I have her, if I have someone…"

"You're too young to be this broken, Simon… It isn't over 'til it's over, man… you want it, fight for it, or life is yours to miss" when had he become such a philosopher? Well, having a life like theirs, it might almost be a necessity to think about everything deeply, but that kind of green eyes… Clary's, his, couldn't hide a thing from him, he knew the Fairchilds… knew when they were hiding something, he knew when everybody was hiding something.

-Hey, big bro is kind of worried about you, text him when you can, ok? Love you- Camille, "kindly" read the message for Clary, it was almost two a.m., she couldn't blame them for being tired but she did appear annoyed by their lack of ability to stay awake for a long time; they were somehow her ladies in waiting, right? Stressing: in waiting!

"Whatever that means, highness, I'm sure that it's important for you to take a break from your oh so hard studying to carry this… uh, task… that Mr. Lewis is asking of you…" added Annemarie to her hassle.

"Fancy words or disguised advices don't work for me anymore, Annemarie, been here long enough to recognize your friendly manipulation…" she answered, keeping her eyes on the books but letting her sharp tongue run free.

"Princess, you cannot think that I would…!" and she dared to act surprised, some people just can't even let go of their masks.

"Yes, I think you would, but I remind you that you cannot always have everyone at your favor; it has failed for you before, hasn't it?" this time she did turn to look at her in the eye, the guilty instead looked down ashamed. "Fine then, you may go, ladies, thanks for trying to help out…"

Clary somehow shocked herself, a couple of months ago, she would've filled her exhausted mind with doubts about if she was doing right, and at the first sign anyone would give her that she was doing actually nothing, she would've given up; but now it was different, it wasn't for her, it wasn't because she wanted to be accepted by those strangers anymore… it was because she wanted to save someone who was part of her, a person that no matter how many times she'd make a mistake, or how different they were or whatever obstacle they had on their way loved her, cared for her and was always there, even when she thought she didn't want him to. She knew she was going the right way, but the path to follow wasn't exactly the best… her tries weren't useless, it was just the tools she had… what a problem, a tragedy, trying to make a change but not being able to because you lack material… Well, to desperate situations, desperate decisions.

Thanks to reliable sources aka. Jace, Clary had knowledge about his father's recent loss of interest on his royal duties; so his studio was completely unused, and what was worse, open all of the time. She knew she'd be in trouble, that there was the possibility of getting nothing and risking so much for it, someone would surely lecture her for this, however their time was running out as well as their options, days had gone by without a clue or improvement, she couldn't wait no more.

And so red ridding thief came inside her father in law's personal space and tiptoed to the giant bookcase, thanks again to her husband's information, she knew exactly where to look; she just had to look for the folders with reports of things done each year by every king since the 1800's, it was a matter of searching the golden plaque with the name of Marcus Herondale and found it unusually soon.. Stopping the search only a minute to gaze at the last one in line, with the name Jonathan Herondale Montclair in it; she felt an itch inside her chest which almost instantly turned into her well known bravery, reminding herself the one reason to be reckless one last time. She positioned her eyes on the folders with the years from 1980 to 1990 and picked up the 1989, when basically the Circle vanished. Disappointingly, she only found the things she already knew, every paragraph, word, idea said before… still she took the next too, same again, only theories, nothing certain, even though the reports were handwritten and there were pictures included also, but they were empty; having so much decoration and yet empty, like the whole building inside her, like the frustration, the agony, the tiredness, but most of all… the hatred, competent, betrayal… yes, betrayal, the injustice of those attacking who had nothing to deal with their matters, and she could finally see it… it wasn't only for Jace, it was for Izzy being forced to become someone she wasn't, it was for Alec having to shut himself up, it was for Max's uncertain future, it was for Maryse's scared look, it was for Magnus being taken away from whom he loved, it was for Simon's loneliness, it was for her family's sacrifice, it was for her grandfather's best wishes for her, it was for her friends understanding, it was for her… it was for the life she'd turned her back on, for the countless tears and nights she spent feeling like she didn't fit, for the forced changes… for the things she'd never knew she'd want and yet got to love, and would fight to keep with her. But how? How if they had nothing at hand? She was crying, no it was far worse, her soul was melting, escaping from the insides and flowing down her face; and it wasn't her brain who made her whimper in silence and throw all of the papers off the wooden desk. Falling to the cold ground because of the heavy weight of deception, heart bleeding, shaking in pain… there had been so many things she just couldn't have prevented from happening, but she couldn't lose again, not again.

And when her hands fell from her lap, almost giving in, they found an unknown material on the floor, somehow old, wrinkled like it had been attempted to be destroyed, and she lifted it; examining it, it was much smaller than the other ones and dirtier with a confusing handwriting; it said: "This is where The Circle used to reside, now home of a family known as the Fairchilds bought a few months ago by a mom, a grandfather and two children, no father, they claim to know nothing about the criminals; Leading us to think that the danger has been neutralized, no more actions needed. Long live the Herondales" As far as Clary knew… Last names in Idris hardly belonged to different families or had so many similarities between each other; nevertheless, in critical moments, we all have that tiny tickle inside of us called hope that it isn't as bad as we think that there might be a chance for getting up rather than finally falling.

In this case, it didn't turn out like that when she flipped the paper…

It was the first time that Clary was repulsed from seeing her house, home, shelter, the one place she had felt safe and happy and was so cruelly, heartlessly taken away from, there where she had grown up with the most loving, caring, protecting people of all, the best family in all Alicante, although a bit broken never beaten, the only adoration she ever experienced, the only life she ever knew and thought she'd have… all of her was there, and what about the others?

She decided she couldn't be left blank again, she was looking for answers and answers she'd get, no matter how much it hurt or if it would end her… after knowing such things, there would be nothing she could be affected by anymore.

"Magnus, hey, I-I know it's late, but I really need your help right now…" a sob came out from her lips, running away from the mad prison guard her conscience had just become, that pressured her to be strong, firm and to keep going until everything was said and done… no time for regrets, the pain had to be felt. Magnus seemed and replied worried trough the phone, ensuring that he'd do the impossible for her. "I need you to come and take me home… I need to look for something in there… no it isn't exactly something that can be bought or that you can get for me… at least that isn't how I see it."

She didn't explain much, not when she called, not on the way to her house, her friend saw her at the edge of being broken, at a breath from drowning. It was true that he'd do anything for for the girl that always found a way to smile no matter how awful things were, always trying to get better, to be better and become the best… all because of something he couldn't yet understand and she was beginning to disavow.

"I'll try to come out soon, but I cannot promise anything" in that specific moment, Clary's light was fading, the last thing she needed was more scolding or pressure; she needed a helping hand, frantically.

"Worry not, my lady, take the time you need, I won't go anywhere…" she got a microscopic feeling of peace for a while as she walked up the stairs to her house, seeming terrified of going in and forgetting that she had already changed her dress for a pair of pants, falling wouldn't be a problem now, she would do it later on. On the other hand, courage, was all that she could hold on to and so she got in and slamming the door behind her, with enough strength to almost break the glass decorations of it that had been painted over and over by her mother, then turning all of the lights from the living room, to the dining room to the kitchen; watching herself on portraits, pictures, diplomas, paintings, sketches made by a five year old, bedtime story books, brushes, watercolors, family symbols, treehouses, angels, flowers, letters memories, promises, advices and obligations… all of them screaming: Lies, lies, lies! All of them had taken part with the three panicked bodies that rushed down the stairs and then breathed again when they saw her; but she couldn't do it very well, her eyes hurt and her vision was blurry.

"What's going on, sweetheart? Why are you here this late?" Jocelyn walked up to her, troubled, caressed her messy curls that looked just like hers.

"It's never too late for anything, except for maybe telling the truth... "She said huskily making her mother's expression even more perturbed.

"What do you mean, Clary? It's not time for jokes, darling, everyone in the Palace may be searching for you right now, should I call anyone…?"

"No, you shouldn't do anything more than speaking, for once in eighteen years, with the truth, mother…" The green of her eyes appeared to show concern, and she continued "What connection did you have with The Circle, mom?"

"T-the Circle? …" her voice hesitated, Jonathan gasped and Luke swallowed hard.

"What is exactly that you know about The Circle, Clary?" he put a hand on his wife's shoulder, Jocelyn wasn't blinking anymore.

"Everything except for what you've been keeping from me and all Alicante, so talk now, no excuses, no introductions… or I swear on the Angel this, will be the last time I walk through that door!" she was about to cry her eyes out, and her head reminded her that she had to listen to it before she broke apart.

"Ok, it's ok, honey, I know you deserve to hear this… I always knew but I was scared, I feared for you… we all did, that's why…" Jocelyn also was keeping in her sobs the best she could… there are some things that is better for us to set free, was what they all learned that night.

"You see… your father was never a common man, he had this unique personality, is own way of seeing the world and doing things… You knew him, Clary, you knew he was the kind of man that could never be tamed, by anyone and he hated whatever he though unfair. Idris in the time you children were born was a mess, the people wanted the monarchy gone, not only because of them being somehow authoritarian, but for all of the scandals that gathered around them, so many mistakes done so much drama, of course there were exceptions, like your grandfather who still trusted the King; Anyways, Valentine decided to become the center of the rebellion, he wanted to be the main character, the hero who would finally free his country from the government that did absolutely no good for them, he built up a group with close friends, the families of your friends: Blackthorns, Pangborns, Starkweathers, Blackwells, Waylands, your grandparents, Valentine's parents were also involved… their goal was to overthrow all of the royal family, peacefully, at first… then, the tension grew stronger as the attempts took place, outside and inside the palace; by that time both of the eligible heirs were married, one with a son who until then was Crown Prince, it was time for King Marcus to pick the new ruler, exactly what your father wanted to prevent from happening, with such troubled environment it was the perfect time to perform an attack…."

"December 1989, that was the first time that the Circle made an appearance in front of the Kings, in the middle of it, with the King thinking that his actions would establish some peace in Alicante it was announced that Prince Stephen would become the new monarch, but that didn't stop them at all. They attempted to enter the palace, the Lightwoods had been erased from the center of attention so they knew exactly who they had to get to, but the Herondales didn't stay still, they fought back and some of Valentine's allies fell, others were hurt, but what ended with his last bit of composure was the death of both of your grandmother and grandfather, obviously he couldn't show himself in front of the kings while being the leader of the move, they went on his name and got killed. He became sanguinary after that, until then the thought of killing someone inside the palace were just threats, turned into possibilities by your father's broken soul and a great help he'd get after that, I myself don't know what kind of ally he got but he turned into a powerful enemy. In 1991, it all came to an end, the guards were about to find everything out and when that happened your father's game would come to an end either with prison… or who know which other punishment… Nor I or Luke ever got involved with the Circle; I was focused on keeping your brother safe, when he put us in an unescapable danger with you on the way I begged him to give up on everything, that he'd never be able to kill those who were above us and that he was risking the life of you both who were certainly innocent, he agreed, or so I thought… he continued with his plans undercover for four more years until the guards had tracked him to our house, he decided to leave for his own safety and I didn't refuse, he had lied, he had bet our lives and I wanted him the most far from you; your grandfather helped us settle again, that was all he could do during that situation, Valentine got us all with our hands behind our back, we changed our last names and got rid of all that could relate us to Valentine Morgenstern, you were so little… we had to tell you he'd come back, if you knew who he really was… it would've been awful for you; when you turned fourteen, we were informed that the matter of the Circle was still being investigated, it was only natural, after such massacre they wouldn't let it go that easily; we had to get another alibi to protect us from the rage of the Herondales, each one of us needed one…"

"I married Luke, to vanish any kind of evidence that I could have been related with your father your brother decided he wanted to study abroad… and you… didn't know a thing about the matter, and as an underage they had all the right to look for every piece of information about you and make you guilty of your father's crime… Ironically, our last hope came when your grandpa was on his deathbed, he remembered he was once so close to Marcus Herondale that he had his family ring with a promise hidden within it, of course their relationship was ended for their own safety, so theirs became yours… both of them as young friends, made a silly, hypothetical agreement, so they would always be mates, so they would always be together, their grandchildren would marry each other, and you, his granddaughter would become princess and later Queen… a Fairchild and a Herondale, joined for eternity; but when that promise was made, there was no division between Stephen and Robert, both of them were Herondales from a different mother… it was a perfect plan, nobody would point out that you got into the family to finally get rid of the Herondale heir, as you initially were to marry Alexander Lightwood, and besides…"

"Who would suspect anything from the girl who actually married a Herondale…?" Clary completed her mother's idea, frozen, shattered to her core… so, she was also a lie.

To be continued…

Dreamer.

Dear readers! OMG! It has been sooo long since I last updated, I'm so absolutely sorry, you see these last three months have been crowded with activities for me, some of them exciting some of them horrifying, things I'd like to … well, um, I don't know if I should tell you this but during this time I fell in love for the first time, and recently I first got heartbroken, so yeah… I kind of write to let go of these things, but also because I love it so much and I love your comments, forget, but my summer vacations have officially started, so I'll have more time to write! so if my writing becomes much more emotional (if that's possible XD) you now know why, it's ok I'll get over it… but what I can't get over of is the fact that Shadowhunters is so successful, I don't know what you think of it but for me it's just too rushed, the storyline, the characters… everything! I mean what the hell are they doing with the story? It looks like they only took the names and the plot of the books and turned it into something completely different, I mean that I didn't even bother watching the third episode, it ended for me in the second one… but I guess that if it makes the crowd happy it works, never mind, I'll always love TMI though… So please tell me what you thought of this long waited chapter, did you like it? Was it too long? Did I miss anything? Write whatever your thoughts are and thank you for reading!