The moon was at its peak, casting a soft glow onto the forest through which you traversed, muttering to yourself as you recited your wedding vows.

It was sudden when your parents suddenly thrust onto you this arranged marriage with some other aristocrat, saying, "Do it for your family and bring honor to our name." What a load of bull. What they really wanted was money and more power, as if they didn't already have enough.

After messing up your rehearsal, you decided to take a late night stroll, practicing your vows. As you walked through the forest, crows flew from tree to tree, following your journey through the forest.

“With this hand, I will… I will… With this hand, I empty your cup. No, that's not it…” With a deep sigh of satisfaction, you finally said the words in their correct order. You slide the ring onto the finger-shaped branch of a large oak tree standing tall and foreboding in a clearing.

A feeling of relief crossed you, until a slight rustle caught your attention. With a sinking feeling in your stomach, you watch as a pale, withered hand breaks through the dirt, its fingers digging around the earth as they grasp for a hold. Suddenly, as if the earth is giving birth, the figure rises, dressed in a tattered wedding dress.

“I do.” Levi muttered.