Valentine Morgestern

Valentine Morgenstern- Part 15

Heavy rain fell on the day that The Accords were due to be signed. I stood in the kitchen looking out at the rain reflecting on everything that had passed since Jonathan turned nine months old just five months before. In those five months I'd become a woman who despised her husband and was actively plotting against him. It was strange that I didn't mind being the wife who was ready to double cross her husband. History would not remember me, Jocelyn Morgenstern, as a cowering woman who just let her husband try to destroy the race of Shadowhunters. History would not remember me as a woman who let men dictate her life to her. No, history would remember me as the strong woman I was who was prepared to fight. I was okay pretending to be the loving wife because I was fighting for a cause greater than myself, I was fighting for my unborn child and the entire race of Shadowhunters.

Upstairs I tied my hair up in a tight ponytail and slid into my gear before wrapping a hooded cloak around me. I looked like a proper member of The Circle.

On my way down the stairs I peaked in on Jonathan who was with my Mother. He sat on the floor playing with his toy seraph blade swinging it wildly from side to side.

"Is he being good?" I asked my Mother.

"He always is Jocelyn. You worry too much." My Mother smiled her brightest smile as she smoothed Jonathan fluffy white blonde hair.

I forced a laugh and bent to kiss Jonathan, I thought that if I pretended that I loved him I maybe would grow to love him. If everything went according to my carefully laid down plan Valentine would end up dead and I would leave Alicante forever and I planned to take my son with me and with some luck train his demonic instincts out of him.

"Bye Jonathan see you later."

"Bye," he said in his little voice which was slightly roughened and in no way cute.

I left and walked down the drive pulling the hood up over my head. A carriage pulled up in front of me and I clambered in inelegantly but today wasn't about looking the part it was about executing my plan.

"You okay?" Lucian asked.

"Of course I'm perfect. You?"

"Fine."

Lucian stowed my bag beneath his seat and he wiped his hands down the front of his cloak. We had purposely dressed like we were part of The Circle in order to blag our way into The Accords Hall. If the plan worked we would be able to slip in without anyone recognising Lucian because the second he was recognised the game was up.

Lucian and I grasped hands on our way to The Accords Hall. We hasn't discussed his plan for after the counter uprising but I hoped it was to return to his pack, maybe change his name or move far away from Alicante before The Clave could hurt him. Likewise Lucian did not know my plan to disappear. This was an unnecessary precaution we had taken just in case things went horribly, horribly wrong. We could never be queried then on information about the other because neither of us knew the others plan.

As we climbed out of the carriage we vote our way through the thick crowd of Shadowhunters. Out the the corner of my eye I watched as Maryse Lightwood slipped a seraph blade into a thigh sheath which she then concealed by the material of her cloak. I tucked a strand of my distinctive red hair back into my hood wishing I'd taken the time to plait my hair so it would be less likely to escape and draw attention to me.

Everyone filed into The Accords Hall in a clumsy manner. The small room quickly filled with the Shadowhunters who sat in the seats closest to the floor of the circular room. Behind the Shadowhunters sat the lycanthrope, then the Children of the Night, the Fey and Lilith's children. My seat was close to the doors of the hall so I sat there poised ready to move but tried to appear relaxed and at peace. I slow my slid my hood down at the same time the rest of the members of The Circle did and leant back in my chair. I knew Valentine planned to attack just as the Lycanthropes, who were due to sign last, rose to sign The Accords.