Chapter 2
The Inner Circle walked into the restaurant in tears, chattering excitedly. Everyone was furiously planning their perfect weddings. Rhys and Feyre had their heads together, talking in low voices. As they sat down, Mor grabbed Feyre's arm. "Please say I get to be Maid of Honor."
Feyre laughed and hugged her friend, "Who else would I get?"
Cassian stood up and loudly proclaimed, "I get to be Best Man!"
Rhysand chuckled, "Well, I was considering Azriel..." Cassian looked over at his best friend with murder in his eyes. Mor calmly stepped between the two before anything could happen.
Amren smiled slowly, "I will officiate." Everyone turned round, surprised by this statement. "I have taken lessons from the priestesses. They will allow me to act in place of one of their own."
Feyre threw her arms around a very stunned Amren. "Thank you. For everything." Amren smiled and looked to Varian.
Rhysand looked at the Inner Circle as he held his mate's hand. "It's decided, then. Morrigan will act as Maid of Honor," she beamed at this, "Cassian and Azriel will be Best Men," the pair looked at each other and nodded, "Amren will officiate," she gave a sturdy nod, "and Feyre will be the most beautiful bride in Prythian," she blushed at that. "The only thing left to decide is when, who, and where."
Feyre looked into her mate's eyes, "I want to invite Velaris."
"I thought you hated big weddings" Rhys smiled mischievously.
She cupped a hand to his face, "I was broken then. I'm whole now."