They came out onto the porch together.
Lys first, then Selene, a step behind, after her came Sara, and then Bezos and Vivian behind her. The night air was cold and sharp after the stuffy warmth of the kitchen, carrying the smell of dying lanterns and damp grass. The door swung shut behind them and stayed shut.
John had stepped out of the room and had gone out of Lys's house before any other person came out, shocking everyone outside.
The yard was thin now. Most of the crowd had gone home over the last hour, lanterns disappearing down dark lanes one by one. What remained was a scatter of people, maybe twenty, or maybe a few more, standing in loose clusters with their coats pulled tight, breath misting, still waiting for the drama to unfold.
They looked up when the porch door opened.
Lys stepped to the edge of the porch and looked out at them. He didn't wait for them to become quiet. The yard was already quiet.
"Neighbors," he said. His voice carried easily, no strain in it, just the same level tone it had been all night. "Tonight started with anger. With a crowd in the dark and a door no one was sure would open." He let that sit for a moment. "But we talked. All of us. And we found a way through it that's better than what any of us came here expecting, I'm sure."
Murmurs moved through the remaining cluster of people. Someone near the gate shifted their lantern.
Then Selene stepped forward to stand beside him.
The murmurs suddenly stopped seeing that.
Although she looked pale in the thin light, tired in the way that goes down to the bone, still she stood straight, her chin up, her hands at her sides. She looked out at the faces watching her, and she didn't look away from them.
"Lys and I," she spoke, and her voice was clear enough to reach the back of the yard, "are engaged."
As soon as she left the last word out of her, the yard erupted.
Not loudly, not all at once, but in that particular way crowds erupt when they've been given something they didn't expect and don't quite know what to do with yet, voices breaking out in every direction, neighbors turning to each other, hands going to mouths, someone near the fence saying something that made the person beside them grab their arm.
Selene kept going, steady over the noise. "What happened today was wrong on both sides. I know that. He knows that, too." She didn't look at Lys when she said it, just kept her eyes on the crowd. "But sometimes the person who challenges you most is exactly the person you need. Sometimes things break before they can be built right."
The murmuring was starting to change character. Still loud, still moving, but way differently now, with less shock, and more the sound of people digesting what she said and finding it stranger and more interesting than they'd expected to hear from her in this lifetime.
Lys then added, his voice easy: "We'll have a formal betrothal in one month, after the guild representatives arrive. There's no rush. Tonight was just the beginning. And I wanted to let my fellow villagers know about it."
The yard buzzed. Someone near the back clapped once, with uncertainty, like he was testing it. Then a few more joined, tentative, the way applause sounds when people aren't entirely sure if they're doing the right thing but can't quite stop themselves.
More neighbors had appeared in doorways up the lane, drawn by the noise, leaning out with candles in hand. A woman two houses down had come all the way to her gate in her nightdress, her braid half-undone, trying to catch what was being said.
John's servants looked at each other, then at the porch, then at Bezos, who gave them nothing. They shrugged, almost in unison, and that was that.
Sara was leaning against the doorframe behind them all, her coat still on, her arms loosely crossed. She looked at the back of Lys's head, then at Selene standing beside him, then at the yard full of people who had come tonight for a confrontation and were leaving one by one with a story, Lys just made in that short amount of time, just in front of her. It was the strangest thing that happened in her life, which she still can't believe just happened.
She shook her head, very slowly, just once.
"I can't believe that worked," she said, under her breath, to no one. "Fuck, I cannot believe any of that actually worked." She took a short pause, in which she replayed the last hour in her head and found she still couldn't account for half of it. "What the hell just happened?"
Nobody answered her.
But the clapping in the yard had spread, confirming that Lys really was engaged to Selene now.