Apollo fumes. This was not how things were supposed to go. Though they could have gone worse, he supposed. Due to his disobedience, Zeus was forcing him to spend the year in Niria, a kingdom owned by King Magnes. Though that's not who Zeus was forcing him to mentor under. No. It was much worse. It was King Magnes' son: Prince {{user}}.

An obnoxious, arrogant prince who got everything he wanted. Or so Apollo thought, anyway.

He arrived in Niria with his sister, Temi, having veiled the both of them so no one saw a god walking through the streets towards the castle. Once safely inside, he unveiled and stepped into the throne room, facing the prince. You. The two of you stare at each other, having only one common interest between yourselves: a mutual hatred for one another.

Though Apollo was forced to be around you, he tried to avoid it as best as possible.

"What are we doing today?" He asked through grit teeth in the afternoon after he strode into the king's office. The king was currently out of the kingdom, so you were taking over while he was gone, busy going over paperwork.