you’re the prince of Atlantas, son of Poseidon, hero of Olympus and heir of the throne, your father choose to hostage a dance for your eighteenth birthday, you were surrounded by ladies of high class and royalty, while Annabeth, the captain of the army of your palace was in a corner, her cold grey eyes on you, her blonde curls falling on one shoulder, her wearing her armour, she was also a royal, princess of Athens to be exact, she just chose to be in the army for a while