The group was now on a boat with somewhat fancier clothes on. (Y/N) still wore pants and a shirt, just nicer ones with her hair now down, currently sitting next to Layla with Marc directly across from (Y/N).

"So, what exactly are we gonna do here? What's the plan?" The (H/C) haired girl asked, turning her body a little to face Layla.

"Oh. It's not pleasant being left in the dark, is it?" Layla asked with raised eyebrows.

(Y/N) sighed and scratched the back of her hair, nervously. "Okay, I'm sorry that I can't remember you and I wish I could, but my minds a blur." She bites her bottom lip, glancing down with glassy eyes.

Layla's eyes soften seeing it, she sighs herself and places her hand on top of (Y/N)'s, squeezing. "It's alright, it's not your fault." She glares secretly at Marc who flinched back slightly, "I just wish you could remember everything."

(Y/N) looks up a little, seeing Layla offering her a weak smile. She gave a tiny smile back and the other girl removed her hand, going back to the topic before.

"Mogarts." Layla says to them.

"Mogarts." They repeat back confused.

"Just so you know, I'm not here to help you." Layla tells Marc, "I'm here for (Y/N) and me and for everyone else who would die if Harrow succeeds."

"Copy that." The male grumbles.

"Good." She grumbles back and leans back against the boat while (Y/N) stared off at the other people on the boat.

It was silent for a few seconds till Marc broke it, "So, this Mogart guy. He's really gonna have his sarcophagus?"

"Yes. I asked around. Mogart's collection is prime gossip for those of us who deal in antiques." Layla explains just as the boats music turned up louder. (Y/N)'s ears perked up, loving the sound of it and turned around to see some people on the boat dancing. Her boots start tapping against the floor to the rhythm.

An older lady sees the young girl tapping her foot and makes her way over to her. "Come, come." She gestured to the people dancing and takes (Y/N)'s hand, pulling her to the dancing crowd, ignoring the girls protests.

She laughs as the people around her start pulling her in, the same older lady spinning her around as they all danced to the music.

Marc was watching (Y/N) with a fond expression, the male's heart fluttering seeing her smile and hearing her happy giggles.

"Why did you do it?" Layla's questions snaps the man out of his state.

He turns to her confused, "Do what?"

She scowled at him and crossed her arms over her chest, "Take her memories away?"

Marc's whole body froze, his breath hitching as he tried to answer. "I had no choice.." He choked on his words, very painful memories coming back to him, "She would be safer this way." His voice croaked out, "Safer from the truth."

Layla shook her head, "You need to talk to her, not me about this." She glanced at (Y/N) who was laughing as someone did a shimmy dance move, "She deserves that much, Marc."

She stood up and looked down at the sadden male, "At least clarify what you are to you." She walks away, going over to (Y/N) as Marc watched with watery eyes.

(Y/N) comes over stumbling - prior to Layla's request, laughing after witnessing some dance moves. "That was great!" She cheers, taking a seat in front of Marc. Her laughs die down and faces the male, frowning when she saw a tear slid down his cheek.

She reaches out and wipes away the tear with her thumb, brushing over that spot then let her hand drop. "You alright?" She questions quietly, just loud enough for them to hear.

Marc's eyes fluttered shut at her touch. When her hand left, he opened them to smile weakly at his fiancé. "I'm alrigh' love."

(Y/N) flashes him a smile that dazzles him; his breath catches, brows raised and pupils dilated. Upon the sight of his starstruck gaze and how the boats lights made his face light up, her heart fluttered in her chest. Swallowing hard, she goes to ask in a unsure voice. "Am- am I really your fiancé?"

Marc doesn't say anything. All he does was gently grab her bracelet hand, covering her hand with his calloused ones to leave her knuckles bare to him. The gesture is intimate, familiar and (Y/N)'s stomach flips as he softly, tenderly kisses each one of her knuckles. Going towards her wrist and pressed a even longer kiss against that, all while keeping eye contact with her (E/C) eyes.

She knew the answer when she saw a ring on his finger, the fourth finger of his hand. Clarifying it even more when Marc spoke.

"Yes, you are." He breathed out against her skin, flipping her hand over and slid their fingers together, to bring up her hand to his mouth again. Pressing a final passionate kiss on her fourth finger, where her ring would be. "My love.."

(Y/N)'s eyes got watery at his soft, familiar touches. Squeezing his hand, when she saw his own getting watery.

Marc and her continued to glance into each other's eyes, the colourful lights dancing around theirs faces as they hold hands till they reached their destination.

Layla watched the couple from afar with a soft smile, finally getting to see her best friend happy again, which (Y/N) deserved and more.

~

The boat eventually came to a stop, with the trio all getting out. The (H/C) haired getting out with the help of Marc who went after Layla who threw the bags at his chest, aggressively.

"This guy's got a lot of friends." Marc comments from behind (Y/N), them all seeing all the people gathered.

"Yeah, and a lot with guns." Layla mutteres back as the male is putting away the bags safety. Glancing out to sea and seeing two people in a boat.

"What is it? Harrow's men keeping tabs?" (Y/N) asked as she saw him looking at the water.

"I don't know. It could be." Marc says unsure, narrowing his eyes down on the figures.

"Let's go." Layla calls and places a hand on (Y/N)'s back, leading her away with Marc following on the other side.

"Remember, your name is Runfino Estrada." Layla tells Marc while the trio is walking in the massive crowd. She glances at (Y/N), "He already knows you, so no need to change your name."

The (H/C) haired girl frowned, once again not remembering, "He does?"

Layla nodded while Marc scowled, not enjoying knowing another male but him knew his fiancé.

"You two just got from your honeymoon in the Maldives." Layla tells the cover story again, talking about (Y/N) and Marc. The both of them having different emotions on it. While the male wanted that to be real more than anything, the girl didn't know what she wanted anymore.

They eventually arrive at a place, seeing a bunch of henchman watching people ride horses with no shirts on in the area, lights everywhere lighting the place up.

"Bek." Layla calls out, seeing the said men in front of them.

"Layla." The male Bek says then glances behind her, a smile creeping onto his lips. "(Y/N)." He nods at her.

The (H/C) haired girl awkwardly waved back, also having a grimace of a smile on her face.

"It's been a while." She does a hand claps with him, more like a bro handshake as it was a tight hold in the middle.

"Good to see you. Right this way." Bek says when their handshake dropped, him guestering to follow.

"Thank you." Layla nods and glances back at the pair, also gesturing to follow along.

Marc reaches over for (Y/N)'s hand as they are walking, intertwining their fingers again which sent a warm sensation through the girl. His thumb caressing the back of her hand lightly.

"He's looking forward to seeing, (Y/N) and you." Bek tells them as he leads them over to the lite up place, "After Madripoor, I'm sure you three will have a lot to talk about." They all arrived where shirtless men on horses clunking sticks together, "Excuse me for one moment. Mr. Mogart will be with you shortly." He excused himself and went away.

"So what? This joker just puts on El-Mermah games in his backyard, for fun?" Marc says as the trio are all leaning on the gate, the hopefully to soon married couples hands still together.

"No, he gets private lessons by the best in his backyard." Layla corrects the male, watching as Anton gets off his horse and is given a robe.

"Cool. I like the robe." (Y/N) comments sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. Marc smirks to himself seeing this, feeding of the fact that she wasn't allured to his looks.

"(Y/N), Layla. Come in." Anton says as he slowly makes his way over to them, "Such a delight to see you." His gaze lingers on the (H/C) haired girl so much that it has Marc clenching his jaw, so tightly.

Layla walks up to him and he grabs her hand, kissing the back of it. Letting it go and returned his gaze on (Y/N) who tensed, gripping Marc's hand harder who was practically radiating with anger.

"How have you been?" Anton asked the girls.

"Good. Thank you for having us over on such short notice." (Y/N) says back through her teeth, holding an emotionless face.

"Oh, please. I hope you realise you need no excuse to drop by." He says in a way to nice way, smiling slurry.

She raises her eyebrows, lifting up her conjoint hand with Marc. "This is my husband, Runfino." The dark eyed male reached out his spare hand for a handshake, keeping up his possessive caresses on (Y/N).

"Nice to meet you."

Anton does up his robe and shakes Marc's outstretched hand, "Pleasure." He then leads the group to where Senfu is.

"I hope you understand this is more than a collection to me. Preserving history is a responsibility I take very seriously." Anton says to them as the 'married' couple is walking behind and listening.

"A self-appointed responsibility that you alone were able to enjoy, no?" Layla asked with a small smile.

"Well, I prefer to see it as a philanthropic effort at preservation." He replies then goes to question, "Now, If I may ask, why such interest in Senfu in particular?"

"Oh, actually, our purchases are.." Layla trails off for her to get interrupted by Anton.

"I'm sorry. I'd like to hear it from (Y/N)'s husband, if you don't mind." He says and points at Marc which makes the (H/C) haired girl freeze. Her fiancée just stared at the other male, giving her hand one last caress and let go, much to his displeasure.

"Hmm." Marc hummed, a tight smile on his face.

"Mmm-hmm." Mogart repeated and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I think that.. But I think I just would love to take a look." He says and points to the artifact.

Anton just stared at Marc, then speaks. "Funny man."

(Y/N) and Layla share worried glances, but calmed when Anton gestures to the pyramid, "Feel free."

"Great." Layla nods and grabs (Y/N)'s arm who grabbed Marc shoulder, the male instally following along.

"We need Steven before you blow this." The (H/C) haired girl muttered to Marc as they walked towards the sarcophagus.

"Not a chance." He grumbles back, "All right, what do you see?" He then asked as they glanced at the coffin.

"Well, the burial practices are in line with the Studenwachen texts." (Y/N) answered, looking at the writing on the sarcophagus with Layla.

"The what?" Her fiancée asked, not understanding what she said.

"It's legit." Layla added on, switching places with (Y/N) as they looked. "But all we're seeing is literature to guide the dead. There's no location indicated."

Suddenly (Y/N)'s eyes lite up, a light bulb going off in her mind. "Because the information has to be unlocked. It's coded." Her and Steven both say at the same time. The girl not seeing him nor hearing him as her best friend glanced at her with a fond look, loving how she knew also.

Marc ignores how Steven was glancing at his fiancé, "Okay, um.." He trails off and clenches his jaw for a second, "Will you give me a minute? I gotta talk to Steven.." He gestures in the air, "Just keep him occupied."

(Y/N) nods, momentarily glancing up at the roof in hopes to see Steven in the mirror. Sighing sadly to herself when she didn't, she squeezed Marc's shoulder and walked out with Layla as the male's talked inside.

"He just needs a couple of minute in there alone," (Y/N) informs the two male's waiting outside as Layla stops Bek from walking inside. "Cause.. Yeah. He is.." She trails off and glances at Marc's back, then turned back around. "He's praying."

The girls wait outside for a little bit and (Y/N)'s senses picked up suddenly which altered her. She looked up seeing Bek grab Marc who grabs the gun off Bek swiftly, now aiming it at him. The other male places his hands up in surrender as multiple other guys came behind the girls, aiming their guns at them. (Y/N) having four with Layla having one.

"Marc! Don't!" The (H/C) haired girl exclaimed, worried about his and Layla's safety.

His eyes met (Y/N)'s concealed desperation gaze, her expression almost apologetic, as if this is somehow her fault. Marc gets hit with two urges; one to console and one to kill.

Without a seconds thought, he lowers his gun and gives it back to Bek as he now points it at Marc. Anton then walks past the girls and into the little pyramid.

"Do you really think I'm an idiot?" He sneered, squaring up to the male who had his hands up, showing surrender. "Get on your knees."

"Anton, stop!" (Y/N) yelled.

"Get on your knees." He ignored the pleading girl as he yelled the command louder.

Marc clenches his jaw, "Okay." He slowly gets onto his knees in front of Anton.

Anton then turned around to the girls, betrayal written all over. "(Y/N), Layla, I was so ready to make peace with you." He says as the guys push them into the small pyramid, being quit rough with (Y/N) which made Marc grunt under his breath, itching to kill the guy.

"You don't understand. We're trying to save many lives." (Y/N) pleads, hands up still in surrendered.

"Hey, pal. Take a look inside the sarcophagus." Marc voice says gravelly, trying to get the attention of (Y/N). He gestures with his head at the coffin. "There's something' really, really big."

Anton goes to look inside it as Bek speaks to him, the trio not understanding what was being said. The half dressed male turned around, smirking lightly as he walked out of the pyramid. "Well, that's interesting. It appears we have a concerned third party here. Get up." At his command, Marc gets up to see Harrow outside with a few of his followers.