The Wedding Dagger

A priest, an old rumbly sounding man, stands beneath the wisteria hung from the marble arches, the couple in front, sweaty, and nervous stand awaiting the ceremony.
He takes a long once over, pauses, and then speaks,
"The weight of joining two souls as one is as sacred as it is a heavy responsibility. It is not a game, nor temporary, but a commitment of two people with the promise to each other that their lives are to be as one.
In the past, some have had what was known as a divorce, yet this particular Church has carried success in all marriages for over 3000 years. This is no small feat, and the phenomenon that has been whispered through the halls and across lands it true.
When it first appeared, it was in a mess of rubble, and nothing in the old temple was still standing. The remnants slowly crumbled as the dust floated thickly in the air.
But in the shadow was a light. A gleam that entranced. The dagger.
We do not entirely know of its origin or from where it came. But it has become the key in the ceremonious moments of those who marry here."
He lifts the dagger with shaky hands and presents it.
The couple before the priest fell into a calm trance.
Elora whispers to Elis
"It really does give an intoxicating glow, doesn't it, Elis ... almost as if... you want to say yes?"
"Elora.."
"Elis, do you?"
"I do."
"You do?"
"I DO, do you?"
"OH Elis, of course I will marry you. I do!"
The dagger cuts into Elora, as the priest says the binding contract in which Elora repeats. Turns to Elis and repeats the binding words, "I Elis, do take my heart in exchange for yours, Elora who so willingly gives hers until the day we die, in all matters of this world and the next, so choose you to be my other half. For eternity."
So entranced. None of those standing close enough could see. The two droplets like beads travel up from the dagger tip and separate at this hill, the individually trickle into the opposing stones and absorbed into the dark gems. Only a glimmer of burgundy remains.