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Jem, Tessa, and Will’s upcoming marriage was, by all means, illegal, or at least frowned upon. Tessa was a warlock while the other two were Shadowhunters, and how dare the Nephilim taint their angelic blood with those of demons? As for why Jem and Will couldn’t just marry each other, they were both men. A romantic relationship between those of the same gender was not unheard of, but it was not accepted either.
And all three of them marrying each other? Most would call it blasphemy.
That didn’t stop them, though.
They spent their days planning out their marriage. It was to happen in the London Institute, with their friends and family nearby. (Speaking of family, Cecily was enormously surprised to come to the Institute and learn the brother that had been gone for years was now getting married. It would be difficult to persuade him to come back home.) There was a possibility that other members of the Enclave might appear, but if they had any disapproval of their union, they were to leave.
In short, this marriage was to be perfect, and all three of them would make sure that it was.
Even if troubles came their way, they would work their best to have the perfect wedding.
The yin fen went into his system and took immediate effect. Jem looked down at his sleeve, stained with blood. “It’s getting worse, isn’t it,” he muttered to himself.
When he had first gotten engaged, Jem started taking more than the normal amount of yin fen, a choice that soon proved fatal. Though he was taking the normal amount now, his yin fen levels were dropping, and it was difficult to buy more, especially when a certain fiend was hoarding all of it.
A part of Jem feared that he would not make it until his own wedding. Will and Tessa would simply just have to marry each other, without Jem in the equation. But he shook the thoughts away. He could not think such things, not now.
He would make it to his wedding. He just had to. For both their sakes, if not his own.
Heading to his closet, Jem changed into a new outfit, and reminded himself to ask Sophie to wash his bloodstained one later. He trusted Sophie to not tell anyone about the request unless given his permission.
Now dressed in an unstained outfit, Jem headed out of his room and went to the library, where he knew he would find the loves of his life. Smiling brightly as he saw the two of them, both bent over the same book, he knew that he had to do whatever possible to see them happy.
I know I must die sometime, but I refuse to do so before I marry them.
I love them.
“This dress is beautiful, miss.”
Tessa examined the dress she was wearing in the mirror, smiling. “It really is.” She looked at Sophie. “Thank you for helping me get it on.”
Sophie was smiling too. “It’s really no problem, miss.”
“Really?” Tessa asked.
Sophie nodded. “Yes, I do this al-”
“I’m not talking about the dress right now,” Tessa whispered.
Sophie paused, confusion appearing on her face. “Then… what are you talking about?”
Tessa sat down on her bed, smoothing her skirts beneath her, and gestured to a chair so Sophie could sit as well. “My marrying Jem and Will. I know that you bore some… affection towards Jem, once.”
“Once,” Sophie said. “No longer.” She smiled. “Jem is truly wonderful, and for you to marry him, you must be a very lucky girl indeed.”
Tessa smiled back. “Thank you. And as for Will…”
“I hated him,” Sophie said bluntly. “Maybe I still dislike him. But now that his false curse has been lifted, he’s been… better. More kind. Someone that, to me, is not easy to hate. And he’s good to you and Jem. I cannot deny that.”
“And what of my being a warlock? Do you think anyone will care?”
“Not anyone of importance,” Sophie replied. “Why should a bit of demon blood mean you can’t marry them? They make you happy, and it makes me happy to see you happy.”
Tessa truly loved her friend, one of the closest ones she ever had. “Thank you, Sophie.”
She could not wait for her wedding.
Will had never thought that he would get married. For years, he had been under ‘curse’ (well, not really a curse, but he had not been aware of that), and he thought that removed any chance of love in his life. And without love, there certainly could not be marriage.
(Well, there could be marriage, but Will was not interested in a loveless marriage.)
But now he knew that he was not cursed. That he had never even been cursed. That had been what inspired him to confess to Jem and Tessa, the two whom he loved.
At first, they had told him they were engaged to each other, and he felt as if his heart would break.
But then they had proposed to him as well, and his heart was singing again, singing in happiness, because the two he loved also loved him.
His sister’s arrival at the Institute certainly irritated him, but a part of him was glad that Cecily would be able to share his moment of happiness.
All that was left was the approval of the Clave.
Soon, their marriage was approved.
A larger number of people from the Enclave showed up than expected. And of course, the entirety of the London Institute was there. The two grooms and the bride stood at the altar and exchanged their vows. Tessa, being a warlock, could not take runes, so the exchange was between only Will and Jem. Instead of a rune, Tessa wore a ring.
It highlighted that she was not a Shadowhunter, but those who were at the wedding did not mind. Because despite not being one of the Nephilim, Tessa was one of them. She belonged.
And even though Will and Jem were both men, there was no law in the Clave forbidding that they marry. It was perfectly legal.
They were happy together, the three of them. And they would be happy for as long as they had.