Hey so this is a Clace, one-shot with set seven years after the end of CoHF (Clary is 23, Jace is 24, etc), Jaces's POV
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, own none of these beautiful characters, they belong to the wonderful Cassandra Clare
I couldn't help but be overcome with love and nostalgia at the sight of her as she stepped through thee doors of the barn on Luke's ranch. The very same doors her mother had walked through so many years before. I drank in the sight of her, beginning at her feet, my eyes tracing the outline of the gold dress she wore, lingering on the pale skin of her uncovered arms. Over the years I'd grown used to the dark marks of the runes that had come to trace her skin, as they did mine, but today they were bare. From my place by the altar the white scars that spiderwebbed her skin were invisible, and I was taken back to those first weeks I knew her, utterly and entirely mundane, but somehow still bright with intelligence and ferocity. She was stronger now, her innocent eyes hardened with knowledge I wish she never had to learn, but today she looked so much the same. Her cheekbones had sharpened and she held her head high, but her eyes were the same. Huge and Idris-green, full of passion and curiosity. And her hair. It fell in elegant ringlets down her back, shining even more brightly than her golden dress. The thought of the dress snapped me back into the present day. I smiled at her as she walked down the aisle, our eyes locking on to each other's and never letting go. Today we would be bound by runes of love and of devotion, our love immortalized in marriage. Today, all the world would recognize that we belonged to each other, but I knew inside that it was only a formality. I had belonged to her since the moment she had stepped into pandemonium more than seven years ago, she was mine, and I was hers.