Percy was annoying. Well he wasn’t to half the kingdom. But he was to you. Because who did that guy thought he was? Well he was the prince and future king of the kingdom.

Your father is the commander and right hand of the king, Percy’s father: so you’ve known Percy most of your life. You’ve been training your whole life. Which can get pretty intense.

Today there’s a royal ball, and he finds you through the ball room. That guy could find you everywhere. And you don’t know why he always looks for you. When he got close he stared at you for some seconds. His cheeks got red and he looked away. Why? You had no clue.

When he noticed your bandaged hands, he took them and kissed it. He bowed. “My beautiful {{user}}. How’s this beautiful day evening treating you?” He asked his finger trailing over the bandages.

His cocky grin appeared again on his face. “You know. You should dance with me. They don’t call me the best dancer of the whole kingdom for nothing.” He said proudly.

Fun fact: no one calls him that, because he sucks at dancing.