Jace was not kidding when he said we should touch each other more. Every night since then he curls up against my back, wrapping his arm around my stomach, and every night it is quite comfortable. The night isn't the problem, the morning is. Whenever I wake up, I am being crushed by his snuggles. His arm his holding me tightly against him, his leg is thrown over mine, and his front is glued to my back. There is not an inch of space between us. So when I try to get up, I physically can't escape Jace's hold. Therefore, if Jace isn't ready to get up, I'm stuck in bed until he is. I tried to wiggle around at first, but that just made things worse because he would start holding me tighter.
I bet most women would probably think this is adorable, but I want to get up. I hate sleeping the day away like he’s been doing all week. Today Jace's arm found its way lodged between my breast, which is a little annoying. I was able to move it back to my waist, but he slid it right back.
"Are you awake?!" I exclaimed, trying to move yet again, but to no avail.
"No." He grumbled, nuzzling his head next to mine. He like a puppy now always needs attention.
"Get off of me." I moaned, squirming more now that I knew he was awake.
"But your soo comfortable." He chuckled, holding me tighter just to annoy me. I whined, wiggling around even more, and suddenly I was facing him. My entire front was pressed against his, making my breath catch at the new contact. It took me a few seconds to gain my senses again. He hasn’t held me like this before, and all it did was remind me of our first night together. I noticed his eyes lingering around my lips, which is what finally broke my haze.
"I don't think I like this." I pursed my lips, feeling every part of our bodies touching.
"I'm comfy." He shrugged, as his hand squeezed my butt.
"I will kill you." I threatened with widened eyes.
"Ok, ok, my hands are off." He put them up in the air for me to see.
"You are really pushing your limits today aren't you?" I poked him in the chest, making him flinch. I snickered, shoving him away from me, so I could sit up. He laughed, collapsing on his back. He stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath.
"Well I'm mostly pushing my limits because I'm going on a hunting trip. I'll be back really late at night. I thought you would miss my snuggles." He teased, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
"Whatever." I scoffed, squirming out of his arms and out of bed.
"You wound me." He held his hand to his heart, pretending to be really upset about my rejection.
Jace kissed my cheek goodbye, and left with his father and a few other men. The clan was full of people working like usual, and I suddenly found myself really enjoying this place. Jace isn’t that bad anymore, Stephen treats me like I’m him own daughter, and Izzy is here to keep me company throughout the day. I realized that I didn’t feel alone here like I did back home. "He is such an idiot." I turned to Izzy, as we walked through the tents.
"You're learning this now?" Izzy laughed, hooking arms with me.
"He keeps major snuggling with me. He thinks it will make us closer." I informed her with a small grin on my face. I know I act like I hate it, but I secretly like it. I would never tell Jace that. I think Jace knows that though, or else he wouldn’t be doing it.
"Snuggling is for the weak." She said with a completely straight face.
"Exactly." I snickered. "I let him hold me once, and he thinks it's the answer to our problems." I started to tell her about what Jace and I have been working on all week, but we were interrupted.
"Clarissa Morgenstern." My attention was drawn away from Isabelle, and given to the man yelling my name. A man jumped off a horse, walking over to us. I recognized the armor almost immediately. It's one of my brothers knights, which made me wonder why he was here. I swallowed visibly, feeling a pit form in my stomach. Jonathan wouldn’t come himself, would he? He approached me, and I took a deep breath trying to anticipate who it was. He took his helmet off, and I knew who he was.
"Sebastian!" I smiled, tackling him with a hug. I hadn’t seen him since before my parents died. He was sent to another neighboring country as a negotiator since no one else in my family could go. We were always quite fond of each other. "What are you doing here?" I giggled, dropping back to my feet, completely shocked to see him again.
"Your brother sent me." He sighed, getting right down to business. He walked back over to his horse, grabbing something that I couldn’t quite see. It was a cage with a carrier pigeon in it. "There is also a note." He pulled out an envelope, holding it out to me.
"Oh." I took it, crinkling it in my hand. I knew what it was going to say. The only thing it did was remind me that I belong to him. He gave me a task to do, and I haven't even started. "Isabelle take the day off." I didn't even look at her when I spoke because I was too worried she would see the letter. No one could know what I was doing.
"But we were-"
"Go now." I accidentally snapped at her, holding the letter tighter. She would never understand what I have to do. I don’t think anyone here would. My father and brother broke me long ago, and now I have betray the very people I’m beginning to like.
"Fine." She snipped, turning around to leave.
"Come with me." I told Sebastian, leading us to my tent. He stepped in with me, seeming a little stiff, which is understandable. I am a married woman in a tent alone with an outsider. "How did my brother seem when he sent you?" I asked, taking the caged carrier pigeon from him. I set it down on Jace’s desk, not knowing where else to put it.
"Angry." He sighed. "But in his defense he's always angry."
"That's very true." I felt petrified, as I thought of my brother actually checking up on me. He would never leave me be. "I know it takes a while to get back home. Do you want me to set you up in tent for the night?" I offered, reaching in the cage to stroke the bird’s feathers.
"No sleeping in one of these hovels doesn't seem pleasant." He chuckled, shifting his helmet to the other hand.
"You get used to it." I shrugged, walking him out.
“You know you didn’t need to wear any armor here. No one here would have attacked you or anything.” I explained with a faint smile.
“I am a knight it is required of me when I am on duty.” He responded stiffly.
“Sebastian, please, you need to loosen up.” I punched him lightly, as walked around him.
“I’m just not used to seeing you like this.” His eyes moved over me, and I realized how I was dressed. Strapless belly top with a short skirt.
“Oh.” I played with my fingers, tugging at the skirt lightly. “I would stand out if I dressed the way I used to. Those outfits are too hot and restricting.” I clarified, beginning to feel a little awkward.
“I should go.” He said after a few minutes.
"Return home safely." I smiled at him, as he set off. I quickly went back into my room, and ripped the letter open.
I have not heard from you in over a month. I thought I was clear about your purpose there. I don't care if you like the Herondale boy, you are mine, and you are there to find evidence. Send me notes on the carrier pigeon it's more reliable if that's what you were worried about. Send me a message soon, or I will start killing the innocent people you love.
Your dear brother
I shuddered at his written words, and I knew I had to start digging. I knew Stephen would be late tonight, so after the sun sets I'll slip into his tent to search his desk.
I paced my room all day, as my body tensed with nerves. I didn't eat all day, I didn't speak to anyone, all I did was wait for the darkness. It finally arrives, and I snuck out of the tent. I grabbed some paper off Jace's desk. I already went through it, and they were all about food rations. If anyone asks, I was bringing Stephen papers that Jace told me to return to him. There wasn't anyone outside thankfully. I hurried over to Stephen's tent, and went inside. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears, as I finally approached the desk. I have thought about this so many times, but I was never able to accomplish it. I dug through the papers skimming over them. They said stuff about tactics and weapons numbers. They were preparing for something, but it didn't say what it was. I huffed, searching for a paper that said something about fighting against my brother, but I couldn't find anything.
"What are you doing?" A voice cut the silence, making me freeze.
"Jace told me to bring these papers in here today." I said quickly, straightening back up.
"Oh." The dark haired man held up a lantern, and he looked a lot like Izzy.
"Are you Alec?" I asked, moving away from the desk in hopes to distract him.
"Yeah, and your married to my best friend." His voice was bitter towards me.
"Yeah." I nodded, clasping my hands in front of me. "It's nice to meet you I've here a lot about you from Izzy and Jace." I complimented.
"You have?" He seemed a little surprised, but he brushed it off quickly.
"Yeah." I pursed my lips, beginning to feel a little awkward standing here.
"I'm just going to go." I walked past him, and took the short walk to my tent. I was almost there when someone grabbed a hold of my arm. "What are you-" My mouth was quickly covered, as I was shoved to the ground. I thrashed around, trying to get out of the man's grasp. My hand got free, and I connected it against his face, as tried to scurry away. I thought I was free, but he grabbed hold of my ankle. I screamed as loud as I could, before he shoved my face into the dirt, ripping my skirt. I felt tears stream out of my cheeks, while my heart pounded much heavier than normal. I tried to move, but he punched the back of my head. "Shut up!" The man threatened. My lip quivered heavily, as he finished ripping the back of my skirt.
"What is going on here?!" A voice came from above, and I cried out for help. The man was thrown off me. I clamored to my feet, quickly hugging whoever saved me. "It's ok." He hugged me back, rubbing my back soothingly.
"Thank you. Thank you." I buried my head into the crook of the man's neck.