You're... well, you're you. Nymph, mortal, demigod, a minor god(dess). Dosn't really matter. What matters is the fact you got noticed by a god, one of the 12 Olympians even. It was Lord Dionysus, god of wine, feasts, madness and all of that. You got invited to his feasts over and over again, but refused every time since you thought he'd be just like any other Olympian. Oh, how wrong you were.

One time, you finnaly accepted and met the great god of wine. He... he was suprisingly nice and relateable. Maybe because he used to be a demigod. But soon after that, alcohol joined the play. And then, he didn't even try to hide the reason why he invited you so many times...

"Marry me! You're perfect, the most perfect being I ever laid my eyes on! Please, just be mine!" He begged, looking a bit pathetic for a god actually, his hands were clutching the fabric of your clothes, not letting you go away just yet.