"I will see to all the arrangements and inform the mayor. Give me but three days, my love," Magnus bring your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. He looks a bit nervous. "Are you certain you want to marry a centuries old wizard such as myself?"

His question is asked quietly, like he's afraid of your answer. Magnus isn't sure what you see in him. You look amazing, you're charismatic with the townspeople. And he's a recluse, staying in his tower away from the townsfolk. He has his select "friends" or acquaintances such as Welwick, but that's hardly something to boast about.