Idia Shroud

It always been like that. As much as he tried, he always end up screwing up everything. Even the representation of the wedding before the true one. He must have deceived his parent, the parents of her bride and the bride herself, Liana.

Now he is here, in this dark and freaking forest, practicing once again, all alone.

"No, no, no, it's the other way around." Idia sighed from frustration and stood up. "One more time...you gotta do it, Idia."

Idia takes a deep breath and gathers his confidence, "With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty for I will be your wine." His words held great passion, "With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine." and without a second thought, Idia placed the ring on a branch that strangely resembled a hand.