_{my-fan-side said:
Hello! Are you still accepting prompts? Uhmm I just thought of one. Can you do a territorial Elain? haha We know that usually, when the bond gets accepted, it’s the males that are usually territorial, so I’d love to see sweet Elain, growls to even her sisters the first time she and Lucien comes out after their bond has been accepted 😉😆}

_{Below the cut !}

_{Elain sits at the head of the table, adorned in an amethyst colored gown, made of the finest velvet and made so that it clung to every bit of her, curves included. It was a far cry from the dresses she wore otherwise, typically made of the simplest material while somehow managing to compliment features that were near ethereal. Her golden hair is piled atop her head while cosmetics are noticeable, particularly with the color present on her cheekbones.}

_{Never mind that it had taken near decades for her to find some sort of peace after every sort of violation she had underwent, never mind that she’d been unable to bear to look at her reflection, crying out on particularly hard days when it was too difficult for her to drink in the pointed ears and somewhat slanted eyes. It also isn’t lost on all those that are gathered that her hand rests atop Lucien’s, her pale coloring in sharp contrast with the tan, sunkissed skin.}

_{Feyre lets loose a breath before cutting into the chicken she’d piled atop her plate, perhaps goaded by the wafting tendrils of steam and the pleasant scent that only spices from another continent can provide. Yet it’s Nesta who dares to broach the subject, predatory intent clear within those crystalline blue eyes.}

_{“What’s the cause for celebration?”}

_{Indeed, her eyes dart between Lucien and Elain, suspicion bright as day. The courtship between Lucien Vanserra and Elain Archeron had been no secret, not with the two parading between Velaris when the sun set and left the Sidra awash with hues of magenta and amber, nor when he had requested her presence at the Day Court on numerous separate occasions. But not once had they spoken on the mating bond that stretches between their souls, that ties their very essences together; not once had they said it had been accepted.}

_{Lucien pointedly reaches for a crystal decanter so that he may pour himself some wine before flicking his gaze towards Azriel. If one were to know the predicament both he and his mate were in, it would be the shadowsinger. Yet the Illyrian clad with blue siphons refuses to meet his eyes which meant quite a few things. That he was aware, undoubtedly, yet also that he would not mention it.}

_{Elain sits a little higher, brushing at a nonexistent speck of what would have been dust before extending a hand for the golden goblet that contains her favorite sort of wine, a particular sort that left those who drank it enchanted. In other words, it would leave them drunk enough to allow her to state that the mating bond had been accepted.}

_{She’d offered him food that was slightly burnt at the edges and wasn’t of the finest make but he had eaten it out of respect, aware that she refused to have him eat food that was made by the hands of someone else. He was hers and she was his as was that moment. Mere seconds after he’d made a clever remark about how he planned on eating her after - and how she must be infinitely sweeter than the poundcake she’d made him, and she was then taken atop the glass table. Then the balcony overlooking the territories of dawn. The list went on, and it was a known fact that the two hadn’t been seen for a month and two weeks, and that in itself was cause for suspicion.}

_{“Well,” she starts off somewhat unsure, color blossoming against her pale complexion, “Lucien and I accepted the bond.”}

_{Any sort of conversation at the table vanished; Mor’s drink fell to the floor, glass shards coating the otherwise immaculate marble tiles. Feyre herself was in a state of disbelief while Rhysand only turned to take a long look at the spited emmisary of spring. Cassian, however, didn’t seem fazed, merely only reaching for the plate that hosted the chicken.}

_{“We could smell it off of you two,” he says it as if nothing were more obvious, piling half the chicken onto his plate before turning back to the two. “Besides, Lucien’s quite clearly struggling against the urge to rip us into pieces merely for being near you.”}

_{Closer inspection does prove that Lucien’s knuckles are near white from grasping his goblet too tightly, but it’s Feyre who is off of her chair within an instant, arms thrown around Lucien in what may be a hug - their bond had grown within the last decade, perhaps more than what anyone had supposed when they’d given voice to the thoughts that ran within their head and spoken on the abuse they had endured, Lucien more than the others.}

_{They’d both known Tamlin yet it seemed Lucien, the male she’d despised within her first months of Prythian, was affected in a manner that he had not noticed until she’d mentioned it. He bore scars as well, of the type that came from having your only companion in the world berate you and treat you as a lesser, the sort that had you unable to believe that perhaps you did deserve the better things in life.}

_{It isn’t lost on anyone, either, when Elain’s lip curls back. A snarl or hiss isn’t heard by the other Fae but the gesture in itself is very much there, noticed by Cassian particularly who roars with laughter, held tilted back.}

_{“Pay up, Rhysand.”}

_{Nesta’s features are drawn forward in a scowl and she hisses, “you bet?”}

_{Rhysand’s answering wink is nothing compared to Cassian’s booming laughter, echoing throughout the halls of the estate.}

_{“Lucien was too predictable.”}

_{None of the males seem particularly inclined in daring another look at Elain’s mate but they’re spared from sitting in miserable silence when Amren strolls in, accompanied by Varian.}

_{The shorter fae sniffs at the air, silver eyes seeking out both Elain and Lucien before she inclines her head. “Took you long enough.”}

_{A wrapped box is tossed towards the pile of gifts that lay atop a plush carpet before her and Varian take a seat at the table.}