Talia's heart is racing. From the short time that she has known Sya, she can tell he isn't like Prince Aleros. He actually has a heart capable of bearing love. She watches as the maid brings out a golden cup filled with golden colored wine. She's really worried when Sya doesn't even flinch when the maid opens a small wound on his lip. She quickly takes the knife, making a similar wound on her own lips, fighting the urge to lick her lips to stop the bleeding. She adds her blood to the already crimson wine. She shakily slips the cool to the touch ring over her finger before reaching for his. The maids quickly shuffle to unbury his hands from the mount of blankets. She takes a deep breath before kissing him.<br/><br/>She feels it, like a current of energy running through her. She gasps as his formerly glazed over eyes get their former clarity back. She quickly swallows the wine so she can't gag on the coppery taste of the blood. She looks to him to see if it's working.