The Other Wayland

Fever Dreams

Elizabeth's POV

I was stood in front of a full-length mirror, the wind blowing through the open shutters of the old manner in Idris, an orchestra playing in the grounds below. I was wearing a gold dress, it's beautiful full skirts, tight waist and bodice with lace overlays were stunning and against my own sun-kissed skin worked perfectly. The sun in recent days had been warm and inviting. It was the perfect day to get married on. Married, to my best friend, I couldn't believe it was finally here. I couldn't wait to walk down that aisle and see him standing there at the end. My golden curls were down hanging around my shoulders, a braid woven through them.  I felt beautiful and calm. The happiness bubbling over all other emotions was like nothing else that I'd ever felt before. 

I picked up my bouquet and made my way to the garden. I was floating on air when I finally arrived at the stairs leading into the aisle where my future husband stood, his back turned away from me, a silent brother waiting for me. My brother took my arm and led me down the aisle. There were tears in his eyes when Joe turned to face me but he was smiling, happiness written all over his handsome face and by the angel did he look handsome. His skin was almost golden thanks to the summer sun and his hair had lightened. I could feel everyone's eyes on me but the only person I could see was my amazing fiance. I couldn't wait to become his wife and I truly believed that it would be impossible to feel any happier than I was at that moment. I felt tears prick at my eyes as an overwhelming feeling of joy came over me. I loved this man more than anything else, there was nothing I wouldn't do, nowhere I wouldn't go for him. He held my heart and if he even loved me half as much as I loved him I could be happy come rain or shine.

Jace handed me over to Joe when we reached him. "You look after my sister." Jace smiled at me. "Don't give him too much trouble sis." He kissed my cheek and took his place in a chair in the front row, a small white hand immediately descending on his knee as Clary glances longing up at my brother sitting next to her. 

"You look beautiful, Love," Joe whispered as he cupped my face in his hands. I smiled and screwed up my nose as the tears threatened to fall, he had tears glinting in his eyes too. "I'm so nervous, my heart's beating so fast." He laughed softly, placing my hand over where his heart was and my tears started to fall when I felt the steady fast pounding of his heart. "Don't cry." He whispered wiping away the tears with his thumbs then leaning in so our foreheads were touching.

"I'm shaking," I told him showing him my shaky hands. He took my hands in his instantly steadying me. "We're really doing this?"

"Yeah, we are." He laughed full of excitement and hope. "I love you to the ends of the earth and back again Elizabeth Seraphina Wayland. I can't wait to make you Mrs Linscott."

"I love you more than I can say Joe." I whispered to him. He smiled and leant in to kiss me quickly. When we parted the silent brother began the cermony.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presences of the angels to witness and bless the union of this man and this woman in holy matrimony. The union of husband and wife is intended by the Angels for their mutual joy; for the help and comfort given each other in prosperity and adversity; and, when willing, for the procreation of children and their nurture in knowledge and love. Therefore marriage is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, deliberately, and in accordance with the purposes for which it was instituted by the clave." The silent brother spoke the beginning of the ceremony that would join me and Joe. "Into this union by the wedded rune Elizabeth Seraphina Wayland and Joseph William Linscott give themselves freely. If anyone here today can show just cause which why they may not lawfully wed, speak now or forever hold your peace."

"I, Valentine Morgenstern, father of Elizabeth, object to this union. She is not a Nephilim. She is an abomination, a monster that is not fit for such a sacred ceremony." My father appeared at the end of the aisle and portal closing behind him as he began to stride up to us.