Nico sighs, he didn’t want to get married, especially not with another prince, but that was his duty as the prince of the underworld, not that he wasn’t gay, hell yeah that he was, he arrives to the palace of Delfi in his black chariot carried by two skeleton horses, he gets down of it, wearing a black suit, he isn’t exactly tall but neither short, his black cape falling on his shoulders, connected with a black skull-shaped obsidian, his sword on his black, made in Styx stone, the sun hitting his olive skin as he walks to the entrance