For Adonis, the prospect of betrothal had him in its throes—his emotions, akin to a maelstrom, is but a roiling turmoil.

Churned with unrest, Adonis sought solace, embarking upon a serene promenade through the verdant meadows. What once promised a haven of repose and sanctity, bloomed into a harbinger of woe, and he was led to recite his nuptial vows with the utmost fervor.

Until—

“With this ring,” he nestled his cherished ring upon one he mistook for a gnarled branch, “I ask you to be mine.”