I'd thought that announcing it to everyone wouldn't make much of a difference, considering everything the two of us had been through, but the moment the words left my lips, utter chaos errupted.
"We're getting married."
Mor's squeal was so shrill it could have been heard all across Velaris.
Rhysand's laugh tickled down the bond.
"I told you, Feyre darling."
Cassian swore and shouted " I knew it!" while Elain barrled towards me, followed by Mor and a grinning Azriel. Even Amren paused from examing the glittering chain of rubies that had come only this morning, in a white silk box with a card from Varian, and rolled her eyes.
Beside me, Rhys was smiling, the slow, genuine smile I'd been so afriad I'd never see again, only a few months ago.
"Only a small party, of course. I think we've all had enough of big celebrations to last a lifetime." I laughed as Rhys raised his eyebrows.
"How big is your definition of small?"
Across the bond, he murmured, "I want to invite all of Velaris. I want everyone to see you and know that we belong to each other.""Typical." I crooned into the soft darkness.
Aloud I returned with, "All of Velaris is welcome." His hand reached to cup my waist, drawing me even closer to him. At that, Mor made a face.
"Ugh, you two are going to be even more unbearable now that you are getting married."
She pulled at my hand, tugging me away from Rhys despite my protest, just as Cassian strode over to clap him on the back.
"When can we go looking for a wedding dress? Please tell me you are going to be WEARING a wedding dress, can I be your bridesmaid?" As I began to reply, Elain, who had been completly silent until then, chimed in with, "I want to arrange the flowers."
"Yes to all of that!"
I glanced over my shoulder, to see Amren scowling as Cassian shoved Rhysand about the against the wall, muttering something about being a "lucky prick" As Azriel smirked and nodded from behind.
Really the only calm one in the room was Nesta, who stood, gently pushing back her seat, and turned to look at me.
My heart stopped as she stood and began to walk towards me, every step painfully slow.
Mor and Elain stepped away as Nesta grasped my hands in such a tight grip that my knuckles turned white. And I could feel it, the quiet love that pounded through our linked hands. Nesta who had always cared for me despite what she had said. Who had braved the cold winter and even the wall to find me when she had thought I was in danger.
"Congratulations, sister."
Simple, regal, elegent, as Nesta was.
It was the final drop.
If I could have smiled anymore, my face would have split.