I sat next to Stephen, feeling a little hesitant about what was about to happen. "You are accused of attempt at rape on Clarissa Herondale, who not only is the princess of these lands, but the highest ranking lady in our clan. The sentence for such behavior in my tribe is death." His voice echoed across the crowd that was watching, making me purse my lips. I’ve never really seen Stephen in an authoritative manner, so it was interesting to watch. I don't know if I want to see what is going to happen. Jace told me he would kill the man who tried to touch me the other night, but I never thought he actually meant it. He reacted so calmly when I told him that I was attacked, I just thought he was trying to get me to relax. I was looking over at Jace, who was standing next to the man with a big sword. I gulped, taking a deep breath. I’m not the one on trial. Why am I so nervous? "And since you threatened the live of my son’s wife, he has requested to personally carry out your sentence." He informed the man, nodding to the guards that were holding the prisoner. They pulled him over to a block, holding the man's head down on it. I wanted to look away, but I have never seen a man die before. Am I a terrible person for wondering curious about what it might look like? I compressed my lips together, as my eyes made contact with Jace's again.
"Any last words?" Jace asked, resting the tip of the sword by his head. The man shook his head, and Jace shrugged his shoulders, lifting his sword high in the air. I sucked in a breath, as the sword descended downwards, slicing the man's head off. I gasped, seeing the head roll onto the ground. There was more blood then I thought there would be, which made my stomach churn. Nausea drifted up my throat, and I covered my mouth with my hand. Just a little bit longer. It’s almost over.
"Get someone to clean that up." Stephen stood up, gesturing for me to get up too. I dropped my hand, swallowing the bile in my throat, as I hurried off the stage. I quickly walked around to a tent away from the crowds of people, and vomited heavily. I coughed from the stinging sensation in my throat, feeling like I might puke again from the pain. I wiped my lips off, standing back up. I took a calming breath, as I straightened myself out.
"Clary, where did you..." Jace's voice trailed off when he found me. "I've been looking for you." His eyes flicked over at the puke, and I felt my face heat up. I can’t believe he saw that. "What happened?" He held my cheeks, stroking them lightly.
"I didn't expect it to be like that, and I-" I paused, feeling embarrassed about not being about to stomach an execution.
"It's ok." He kissed my nose lightly, putting his arm around my shoulder to lead me back to our tent. "Death is brutal, but he deserved it. He hurt you." He spoke softly. I nodded, biting my lip.
"I had never seen someone died before. I was curious what it would be like, but I didn't expect it to look so uneventful." I murmured, keeping my eyes forward. He nodded in understanding. I shook my head, feeling like I should have been able to survive that.
"Let's get you some more food." He grinned faintly, trying to make me feel better.
"That's probably a good idea." I mumbled, feeling my lip quiver slightly.
Jace told me to spend the rest of the day resting. Apparently I still had a sickly look going on after we ate, but I knew I was going to be ok. I think. I sat on my bed, staring at the piece of paper on my lap. I held onto the pen tightly, thinking about what I needed to write my brother. The only thing I found was stuff about weapons and army sizes, so should I just put that? Or should I lie?
I personally searched my father-in-laws desk while he was on a hunting trip with my husband. I only found that they are counting the number of weapons and men they have to fight, but they might be doing inventory of their supplies. I found nothing involving our family.
I wrapped up the letter tightly, and slipped it into the pigeons little carrier. I carefully took the bird out, holding it carefully in my hands, as I walked out of the tent. I threw it up in the air, watching it fly away. I chewed on my lip, as the pigeon slipped from my view. I went back into my tent, and laid on my bed. That wasn't a dangerous message was it? I sighed, curling up under the covers. I pondered what I wrote for hours, not knowing how my brother might receive it.
Around dinner time I finally left our tent. I sat next to Jace at the leaders table. Tonight was a holiday for these people, so celebrations were in full swing. "Are you feeling better?" He asked softly, tucking some hair behind my ear. I nodded silently, watching the celebration in full swing. There were a bunch of big bonfires, loud drums playing, people dancing in circles. "You have yet to dance at a celebration." Jace teased, leaning back against his hands.
"Is that a challenge?" I laughed, sipping the drink in my hand.
"Kind of." He chuckled, glancing away from me.
"I don't think so." I snickered, shaking my head at him.
"Why not?" He bit him lip, leaning closer to me.
"Because it's weird." I wrinkled my nose.
"It's not. You're weird." He mocked, pecking my cheek. I shoved him away from me, giggling softly, as I shied away from him. "What do I have to do to get you to dance?" He hummed.
"You have to dance with me." I pursed my lips, thinking that it might be fun.
"Ok." He shrugged, standing up. He held his hand out for me, urging me to get up. I took his hands, letting him pull me up to my feet. He led me out to the area where people were dancing, and we tried to fall into step. I actually had a lot more fun than I thought. I twisted my body, working on the tribal dancing.
It was weird to let go like this.
I've never really moved like this, which made this strange for me. I circled my hips, moving my torso along with it. I tried to focus on the movements, so I wouldn’t make a fool of myself. My heart was pounding along with the music, as I absorbed everything around me. The fire. The drums. The wine. I was beginning to feel hot. I gasped, when I felt a hand on my stomach. I looked at the person that was holding me from behind, and it was Jace. His finger burned into my skin, which made me close my eyes, dropping my head against his back. I felt his lips rest against my ear, as our hips slowly circled together. His breath washed over my neck, making me slip my hand into his hair to keep him close. I was overheating now from the fire, Jace, and dancing. Sweat slowly started to accumulate along my brow, causing strands of my hair to stick to my face. A hot pit of want began filling up in my stomach.
He released me, making my eyes flick open. He was walking away from me. He went to sit next to his father, and I furrowed my brow at him. He gave me a nod, telling me to keep going, so I did.
I could feel Jace's eyes boring into me, as I swayed my hips. A small grin formed on his lips, when I realized the effect I was having on him. He wanted me. I could see it in his eyes. They seemed almost black, which I found oddly luring. The tempo of the song sped up, and I didn't find an appeal to dancing anymore. I walked over to Jace, plopping gracefully down next to him. He leaned over, almost immediately tangling our mouths together. I gasped sudden gesture, but for once I didn't want to stop kissing him. His lips were soft and somewhat comforting.
"If you two are going to suck each other's faces off, go back to your tent." Stephen spoke up beside us, obviously feeling uncomfortable watching his son and daughter-in-law sucking face. I broke away quickly, snickering against Jace's shoulder. I can’t believe I kissed Jace like that in public.
"Do you want to go back?" Jace asked hopefully.
"Yeah, I guess." I murmured, shrugging my shoulders. We stood up, and he wrapped his arm around my waist. I forced back a smile as we walked back casually. He leaned down, brushing our lips together again. We started to stumble a little, but he kept moving us towards our tent. My heart was pounding violently in my chest, making me start to wonder how far this would go. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, sending strange sensation into my lower gut. I whimpered against his lips, as I finally found myself, backing through a flap into our tent. I felt his hands squeeze my waist lightly, as we drew away from each other. We were both panting heavily, but I took a few steps back. I needed a little bit of air. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. "I'm just going to change." I bit my lip, turning around. I knew he was watching me, but I started unlatching my top anyways. I pulled it over my head, tossing it to the side. I heard his clothes rustling, as he changed into the cotton pants he slept in. I shimmed out of my skirt, reaching for my robe. I pulled it over my shoulders, tying it, as I turned around. All I could think about was the way he was looking at me when I dance and the way he moved against me. It was all so sensual, and I wasn’t used to it.
"What are we doing?" Jace breathed, holding my hips lightly.
"I don't know." I wrapped my arms around his neck, enjoying the way he felt against me. I inhaled deeply, smelling his fresh musky scent.
"I'm going to start with this." He pecked my lips lightly. "And this." His mouth glided over to my cheek. "And this." He breathed, kissing my neck. I whimpered, as his teeth grazed across my pulse point. He eased me back towards the bed, gently laying me down underneath him. I took a shaky breath, feeling my stomach quiver. He kissed down my chest slowly. I dropped my head back against the pillows, feeling things I wasn't used to. It made me uncomfortable, and I knew I wasn’t ready yet.
"Jace?" I looked down at him, feeling overwhelmed with everything that was happening.
"What?" He crawled up to me, pushing my hair back to tenderly weave our lips together.
"I can't do this." I murmured, swallowing visibly. He sighed heavily, resting his forehead against mine. He slid his hand along my waist, propping himself higher up.
"Alright." His thumb circled my cheek, as his eyes washed over my face.
"I'm sorry I got you all worked up. I just-"
"It's ok." He smiled faintly, rubbing my arm.
"It is?" I gazed up at him, staring into his eyes. He nodded, pressing his lips to my nose. He released a breath, rolling off of me.
"Yeah. It's progress. That's what we have been working on. Right?" He questioned, turning his head to face me.
"I guess so." I pursed my lips, staring at the ceiling.
"Do you want to go to sleep?" He asked yawning. I nodded, letting him roll me onto my side. His arms wrapped around my waist, as he held my back against him.