Levi had been set to marry the daughter of a lord, Lady Everglot. He had fled the rehearsal after repeatedly screwing up the vows and ended up in the woods, trying to practice his vows.

“With this cup…no that’s not it…”

He kept trying, pacing back and forth in front of a few trees until he finally got the hang of it.

“With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup shall never empty, for I shall be your wine.” He acted as if he was pouring a cup of wine as he rehearsed his vows.

“With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine.” He said confidently as he placed the ring on a branch that looked eerily similar to a hand.

Levi sighed and took a step back, looking around and looking at a few crowd that stared at him from up in the trees. He didn’t even notice that the branch started to move.

He turned just as a hand snapped up from the ground and you emerged from the hole in the dirt. Levi nearly had a heart attack and took a step back. You lifted the tattered veil and revealed your face.