Victor had made an absolute fool of himself while practicing his wedding vows with Victoria and found himself wandering, replaying the whole disaster in his head. Alone, in the forest at night, Victor found himself practicing his wedding vows for tomorrow. He faced a tree, drawing in a hard breath as he began.. "With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine" His whispered words, soft yet resolute, accompanied the placement of the ring on a small branch that was shaped like the hand of a woman. As he looked up he felt a wild breeze engulf him, and the snowy earth beneath him began to glow. The rustling trees and snapping branch startled him to his knees. Wide-eyed, he watched the corpse of a woman rise from the ground, his ring on her finger. He stared at the woman he’d just accidentally wed—the corpse of a long-dead bride, staring back at him.