Ianthe rose gracefully from where she had been seated. “No grand ceremony,” she agreed. “But I will need you both in one place. And then I can bind you together in the eyes of the Mother. It’s a full moon tonight. That will bring an additional level of power to it.”
A pause, Ianthe studying him. She wouldn’t be so rude as to question why he wanted Feyre when there were so many better options. But it would make Rhysand quite outraged and she would get quite a bit of pleasure from that given how soundly he’d rejected her.
“An hour? The moon can rise a bit higher in that time. I assume the marriage will take place in her rooms?”