wedding birds

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3rd pov

The big day has arrived. Feyre is finally marrying Rhys. Little did they know what Cassian had planned.

<<<<<<Time skip to you may kiss the bride>>>>>>>

Rhys dipped feyre engaging her in a passionate kiss. They pulled away to the sound of screams, only to be faced with about twenty ostriches running around.

The guests were either flying out of reach or winnowing to safer locations, taking the ones that can't with them, in order to avoid being trampled by the loose ostriches. Rhysand looked around attempting to spot the culprit when his eyes landed on a certain, smug, self-satisfied looking Illyrian general.

The high lord growled and winnowed his new wife inside the building the ceremony was to be held in before turning around and magicing (idk how to spell it) all the flightless birds back to where ever the hell they came from.

With one job done it was time to address the other.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Rhys scolded Cassian.

"Releasing birds at a wedding is romantic," the general defended.

"YOU RELEASED OSTRICHES!" Rhys snapped. Cassian hung his head and Rhysand sighed. "Come on. Before there's no food left, and Az makes a fool of himself."

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