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I changed ?!

!!disclaimer: this happens a few years after crooked kingdom, when both Inej and Kaz had already healed a lot!!

this fanfiction was written by me and @wormholetoxanadu on Instagram. Credits for the idea go to them.

Gathered in the light of the morning sun, Inej Ghafa stood on the rotting plywood in a broken, long abandoned part of Ketterdam. She began examining her knives as she waited, repeating the names of the Saints in her mind. She wanted her Saints to join her today. She didn't have to wait that long, a dark figure, morning light glinting off his cane soon coming into view.

"Kaz Brekker," she whispered softly, a small smile spreading over her face.

He swept her up in an embrace. They were to be married today.

Since Inej was a little girl she dreamt of what her wedding would be like. She'd invite her family and friends, and she'd be somewhere outside in the open, maybe even on a roof. She'd decorate the place with symbols of her Saints and dress in beautiful red silk, however Kaz never liked the idea of a wedding. Although at first Inej was disappointed she couldn't have her idea, she later on realized not having a celebration like she first wanted was a sacrifice she could easily make. So they decided to do it without anyone knowing about it.

In an abandoned warehouse, with the dew and old wood as their only witness. They took their places in front of the light as Inej took in a shuddering breath. In her mind she repeated the names of her Saints one more time. Then she clasped her right arm around Kaz's waist, feeling his rough tunic underneath her fingers. He placed his left gloved hand in her hair.

There was only love in each other's eyes. "I, Inej Ghafa take you, Kaz Brekker to be mine. As long as the stars shine and the moon rises. As long as the sun promises to wake up, I am yours and you are mine. Under the watchful guidance of my Saints, I take you forevermore." A tear slipped her eye as she handed a knife to him. Sankta Alina.

Most people would give each other rings, proudly wear them on their fingers. But Kaz didn't want Inej to feel like she didn't have any free will and neither of them in general were that fond of rings. So they decided to exchange something important to them, a part of them, something they have had their whole life, or at least a big part of it. Although Inej wasn't fond of giving up her knife, Kaz had promised her he'd give it to her when she needed it. Now he tucked the knife safely in his pocket.

"I, Kaz Rietveld, take you, Inej Ghafa to be mine. You made me believe in love again. A strength beyond compare. Joy more than a million kruge could ever produce when a laugh escapes your lips. I am yours and you are mine. Forevermore." He handed her his right glove. A part of him. A part of her. Inej slipped it on her right hand, touching his face with her bare hand.

Neither of them moved.

The birds sang outside, and a wind traveled in bringing the scent of blooming trees. When in a broken, crowded Ketterdam trees bloomed and birds were singing, you knew anything was possible.

Like the two most dangerous people of the city finding love and comfort in each other.