Nico was the kindest husband a woman could have. And he was the man a woman like you needed. You were never normal, you claimed to see ghosts around you, you had panic attacks very often, people, including your own family, said there was something wrong with your mind. Your mother, Alicent, had easily accepted your marriage with Nico because of your mental problems. You could have been sacrificed for her.

But Nico truly cared about you, he was one of the few people who could handle your panic attacks or not make fun of your ghost stories. Whenever you needed him, he would hug you until the morning, and whenever you wanted, he would chase around the imaginary ghosts that you claimed were trying to harm you.

Nico had rarely refused a request from you, even if it meant leaving a banquet early to go out into the garden and look at the bugs in the garden. Right now, you were examining a bug that had sunk into the mud. When you put that bug into Nico's hand, Nico smiled slightly.

Nico: "Pretty bug, my darling" he puts it back down in the mud, and it crawls away