His Dark Materials

The King and His Queen

Barging through the large ivory doors, Clary sauntered into the courtyard outside. She let out a large menacing scream and sank to her knees. Raising her hands to cup her forehead, she felt Sebastian's gentle hand caress her upper back. The sky was painted a dark deranged blue and was spattered with ash coloured clouds.
"How could I have loved them," she hissed between her teeth.
She began to go over every detail, re-take every step. She went over how she had left them all of the for Sebastian to save them. Yet, she had instead fallen for her brother and discovered who the true enemy was.
It was them.
Clary's hate filled eyes glanced up and softened as she was greeted by Sebastian's face. She began to admire and stare at every detail, the structure of his face. The curve of his lips, his coal black eyes, his jawline; everything. She then squeezed her eyes tight and shook her head.

He took hold of her limp hand which lay by her side and traced patterns over her soft skin. Around her wrist, palms and fingers. Intertwining their hands. A warm feeling spread across her hand and exceeded up her lower arm. He lowered his face next to hers, his ragged hot breath tickled her ear and sent a fiery feeling throughout her body. Sebastian's voice soothed her, as he whispered.
"Finally, you will look at me as you looked at him."
His words trickled down his lips and stuck to the air like tar. Clary raised a curious and confused eyebrow.
"I don't understand," she said, not knowing what his phrase meant.
He let out a short chuckle. "You do- just not yet."

Releasing his hand from their grip and placing it in front of her. Clary obediently took it and helped herself up. She saw Sebastian's gaze scan her from head to toe; he shook his head in disapproval and made a snappy sound using the roof of his mouth and tongue. Instantly, she realised he was staring at the dress she was wearing. What once was a dark beautiful dress was now a compleat ruin. It was stained with blood and filth, the flowing black veil was now tattered and ripped. The dress was slashed in areas and were almost coming apart.

All at once Clary felt almost bare. The dress made her feel naked as it was slashed so much and revealed her skin. Her posture fell as she almost crouched to cover herself in embarrassment. Sebastian smirked when he saw this and snaked his arms around her waist. She allowed him to without flinching.
"As much as I like this," he said seductively, nipping part of her ear. "This will never do."

He took her hand and led her through the courtyard. Beyond the walls which bound the fort was the world of Edom. She could almost see over to the buildings which reminded her so much of Alicante. Clary sighed and forgot all about her past and continued walking with Sebastian. Faster than expected, they arrived back to the familiar area of the fort and strolled through the corridors to Clary's room. Stepping inside she released a sigh of relief, and in her head thanked Raziel that she was back in the safety of her room.

Without hesitation, Sebastian headed straight towards Clary's wardrobe and began to rummage through it. Clary sat anxiously on the corner of the bed and watched as Sebastian scavenged for an outfit.
"Aha," he exhaled. Pulling out a dress.
Clary leant over to look, but he was already walking towards her. Her eyes lit up as she saw in his hands a new outfit for her to wear. She admired it in his hands and imagined it on herself. Almost snatching it from his hands.

Clary stood up and admired it further.
"Are you going to try it on?" Sebastian teased.
"Here?" She smirked.
Clary bit at her lower lip and looked down at the dress she wore. Sebastian's eyes flared with excitement as Clary began to touch and pull at the dress she was wearing; almost removing it. Just as she was about to reveal a flash of skin. She stuck out her tongue and laughed.
"Not today pervert."
She hurried into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

Clary raised her hand to her lips and let out a soft sweet giggle as she heard her brother groan angrily. Quickly, she removed her dress and changed into the new one. It was her symbol of elegance. The lustrous pearl-beaded fabric of the dress glinted. It fit her flawlessly, the dress molded her torso beautifully, complimenting her feminine shape. The dress draped past her toes slightly and was ripped along one side revealing her left leg. It was a deep crimson. It's strapless style revealed her precious collarbones wrapped in smooth, luring, skin. The bathroom spotlight beamed directly on her, and the darker almost black, intricate floral design was glittering. Clary glanced around in the mirror and stared in shock. She couldn't even recognize herself.

Without knocking, Sebastian swung the bathroom door open and wandered in. She lightly jumped back in fright. He stared at her with incredulous eyes, licking his lips with desire. He stood behind her and looked at their perfect reflection in the mirror.
"You look beautiful." His voice croaked slightly, as if he was finding it hard to speak.
Clary didn't reply. She did not need to. She just stared at their reflection. It was so intimidating, so perfect, hardly recognizable. She stared at the reflection of Sebastian and herself.
The King and his Queen.