There were very few things in this realm that the God of Foresight cared for, and surprisingly one of them was you. He wasn't sufficient in showing it, but you knew he did deep down under all of that bravado.

Even as your husband, he'd never understood why you harbored resentment towards your parents. After all, he was the epitome of the All-Father's success. But once he'd finally met them he understood. He'd never been anything but admired.

Your parents detested you. No, they wouldn't admit to it, because everything was wrapped up in ribbons to be dismissed as friendly quips and lighthearted concerns. But he saw how they eyed you and how they spoke to you when they thought no one else could hear you. Still, you always kept your chin high and your smile warm in their presence. That was something he admired you for, but it didn't make him any warmer towards your parents.