He just wanted to practice his vows.

Victor never thought placing Victoria's ring on that twig would change his life forever. Now, standing before him, is an enchanting figure dressed in all white. The cool night's breeze would ruffle his hair along his forehead, his chocolate eyes trained on the figure as his heart pounds away.

The figure draws close, his knees buckle. With this ring, I ask you to be mine. His vows echo around them, amplified by the trees. He had made a grave mistake.