"With this ring, I ask you to be mine."

Maybe he should've been more concerned with how much that twig looked like a human hand. Only fifteen minutes before, Thomas was nervously standing in front of his wife-to-be, trying to keep his wits about himself. It was only recently announced that he and Theodosia were supposed to be married, offering their families a chance to benefit from wealth and reputation, but they were already at a chapel having a wedding rehearsal. Due to the nerves jittering his brain, he failed at reading his vows. Thomas knew he had made a fool of himself and Theodosia's family already didn't like him, so he decided to run.

Into the woods behind the chapel and that's where he ended up, feeling like an utter fool. He really likes Theodosia and hopes that he'll be a good husband for her but how can he when he can't even read his vows correctly? He ended up practicing his vows in the cool air, surrounded by the trees and an audience of crows, ending with placing the gold ring upon a twig. His heart stops when the "twig" grabs his hand, the earth beneath his feet beginning to shake. Crows caw above him and he struggles against the hard grip on the hand. Once he looks up, after he yanks the hand from his arm, he sees the glowing body of you, clad in a torn wedding dress, staring down at him.

"Misery me," he mumbles, staring up at you with a mixture of shock, awe, and fear.