thoughtandmemory whispered, "You've clearly thought quite a bit on this. Jocelyn Fairchild, making friends with Downworlders and stabbing Shadowhunters left and right. I suppose we can bloodlet instead of exchanging vows. Of course, I'll ask Lucian to stand next to me as my best man."
I’d like to think that my creative mind has allowed us to plan the best wedding possible. Lots of shellfish and blood spilled, preferably yours. But darling, do be a dear and let our dear Lucian roam free. He doesn’t need to witness our displays of passionate affection. Plus, I fear that your blood might spill on his shoes and that would be a travesty.
My name is Jocelyn Fairchild. I'm a fighter, painter, dreamer, schemer, daughter, friend, and a lover.
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