Sonja opened the cabinet in her quarters and pressed on the lever that opened a secret compartment, retrieving where she’d hidden away Clary’s birthday gift where none would be able to find it. She turned the beautifully wrapped up gift over in her hands( holding inside it a brand new sketchbook for her adopted daughter alongside some new sketch pencils and charcoals for her), and thought on how Clary had come to be in her care, become her daughter in all but blood.
She’d been portalled in with Tessa to join Magnus for drinks and watching the newest season of the Bachelor, the other two had ordered thai to enjoy with their liquor while Sonja herself had a glass of wine mixed with blood. Magnus had answered the door, found Jocelyn Fairchild with a infant in her arms and begging for them to take their daughter and hide her away from the world and the Clave, ensure Valentine never found her.
Sonja had been the one who’d agreed to take in the child, as no one in the Clave would think to look for Valentine and Jocelyn’s daughter in the Hungarian Vampire clan, none would think that Sonja would raise a shadowhunter child. Nor with her personal history.
Sixteen years past, she’d agreed to take in Clary and tell her on her sixteenth birthday just whom her birth parents were. Magnus had occasionally come and gone throughout that time, acting an Uncle for the girl. Sonja’s entire clan were family to her themselves, each vampire would protect their little princess to the last. The Clave, and other shadowhunters as a whole, remained entirely unaware of just who Sonja’s surrogate child was. Sonja would die before she’d let that change and Clary be dragged into their madness.
Sonja forced herself to breathe, taking the gift with her and heading towards Clary’s bedroom door to knock upon it. Later, she would tell her later, when they had gone to Magnus’s and enjoyed the party he had planned for her at his club. Let her have one more night of not knowing, let her dance and have fun among the downworlders so she would know when they told her that she was her own, no matter who her birth parents were.
“Clary, Édesem, are you awake yet?” She called, wrapping her knuckles lightly against the door once more in case she hadn’t been heard yet, “Come on my dearest, its time to get up and celebrate.”
