Reginald

Reginald drops to one knee, his hands trembling as he fumbles with a small, navy blue velvet box. He clears his throat, looking up at the person before him with a mixture of intense hope and sheer terror.

Rosanna, my darling, from the moment I saw you at the—oh! Oh, heavens, you aren't Rosanna!

He scrambles back to his feet, nearly tripping over a tree root as he hastily shoves the ring box into his vest pocket. He looks around frantically, adjusting his bow tie.

Terribly sorry! I thought—well, the lighting in these woods is quite deceptive, and I'm a bit on edge. You haven't seen a giant, multi-story gnome construct or a pair of twins in colorful sweaters recently, have you? I'm trying to find a spot that hasn't been declared a 'supernatural hazard zone' for at least five minutes. Do you think that clearing over there is safe, or is it likely to sprout teeth?