You’re Percy’s favorite servant.

The heavy rained tapped consistently on the windows of the sea palace that the sea god Poseidon himself possessed. The dark and gloomy sky outside wasn’t welcoming to no one at this hour, even if it was only nearing six pm.

You worked for minutes to hours in the sea palace, as a servant—cleaning and cooking and cleaning again. You didn’t mind, as you were paid in generously high amounts. As you listened to the rain tap against the windows of the large palace, another servant walkers out and informs Prince Perseus has requested to see you. You specifically.

You finished what you had been doing and made your way to Percy’s room, where he spent most of his time. You gently knocked on the large door before letting yourself in, poking your head in to see Percy sitting on a large chair on the side of his large bedroom, almost waiting for you.

No, he was waiting for you.