Silas and Mary stray away, the two now seen sitting inside her jeep, the doors staying open.
Silas sits in the passenger seat, his back turned to Angelia. His lips go back and forth, from a shy smile and a shy smirk, as he looks over his shoulder.
Angelia doesn't take her eyes off him, a smile on her face the entire time.
MARY: What?
Her tone is flirtatious.
SILAS: I just can't believe you're here. It doesn't feel real.
MARY: I know, my love. I feel the exact same way. But I am here. We are here. Let's enjoy each other, like we're supposed to.
Silas turns completely around, his body properly in the passenger seat now. The two lean in for a kiss, their lips locking upon a single touch.
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Hours pass, the evening sun sits. Still in her jeep, Mary and Silas are now parked at the hillside of a valley, watching the sun set in the distance. Mary and Silas' hands are wrapped around each other.
MARY: This is everything I could have imagined, my king.
SILAS: Really? Because I couldn't possibly imagine this feeling.
Silas looks over at Mary.
SILAS: I've never been this happy.
Mary blushes, kissing Silas soon after. The two place their focus back on the sunset, though they don't release each other's hands.
MARY: Babe…I've been thinking. Do…
Mary hesitates.
SILAS: What is it, my love?
A short pause catches the two.
MARY: Do you believe in oaths? Like…blood oaths?
SILAS: Bl…blood oaths?
Silas sees the shame and desperation in Mary's face. The judgement that she believes he is placing on her.
SILAS: Yeah. I've heard of them.
Mary raises her and Silas's hand. She takes a deep breath, before gazing back into Silas's eyes.
MARY: These blood oaths, are meant to hold our bonds together. Forever. They make couples unbreakable. This could be us, Silas.
SILAS: But how? What is it that we have to do?
MARY: It's simple baby. And it'll prove-
SILAS: I've never partook in something like this.
MARY: It's ok.
Mary leans in on Silas, rubbing the side of his face with her freehand.
MARY: I'm here with you.
Mary pulls out a small knife. Silas tries to hide the fear and doubt from his face.
MARY: I'll go first.
Mary cuts along her index finger, a slight look of discomfort in her face, before blood trickles down soon after. She wipes the knife on her pants, before reaching the knife out to Silas.
MARY: Now you, babe.
Silas hesitates to grab the knife.
SILAS: And this is the only way?
MARY: There is no other way, my love.
Silas pauses.
SILAS: Can…can you do it for me?
Mary shakes her head.
MARY: It has to be you babe.
Silas's hand shakes, though he grabs the knife from his lover. He hesitates, cutting against his skin, shortly after. Making more of a mess, out of anxiety and fear, Silas cuts his finger four times, squeezing the wounds to force enough blood to come out. He breathes steadier now.
SILAS: Now what?
Mary gives him a long passionate kiss, slowly pulling away.
MARY: Now we spend the rest of our lives together, my king.