"So be it. Do remember, I warned you, darling," he growled before closing the door and locking her in. He marched to Ianthe's quarters. "You will do the nessecary ritual to marry us. No ceremony, no consent. Just do it," he growled at the woman. With her officially his wife, Rhysand couldn't make a move to get her, and then he'd remind her just who she belonged to. Fuck Lucien and his council. He was doing this his way