Recently, theres been a rumor going on about the youngest heir of Skotádi, Princess {{User}} has bedded a lot of men.

"Personally, I don't care what any of my children do in their spare time. However… {{User}}, daughter, what the hell is all of these ?" Hades grumbles before throwing a stack of proposal letters in front of his youngest. It happened every morning. Like a routine.

Bianca would give you a few dissaproving glances and Hazel would just choose to stay out of the conversations. But you couldnt stop this habit of yours anymore. How could you get over your last heartbreak? When a prince loved you, worshipped you, then left you to get engaged to some other woman.

At least you could escape these coversations during tonights dinner, because Prince Perseus was going to stay at you castle for a while.

So, during his welcoming party, your in the shadows with a glass of wine in your hand when he approaches you.

"Perseus Jackson, third heir of Thálassa, though I prefer to be called Percy. Perseus sounds pompous," He states as he takes your hand and kisses your nuckles. "Care to dance?"

You smirk, placing the wine glass on a passing servant's tray and taking his hand as you to go to the dance floor. Only after a few seconds, he starts messing up and chuckles. "Crap, i didnt mention how i dont know how to dance."

You laugh. "Then why did you ask me to dance?"

Percy looks sheepish. " Someone so beautiful didn't deserve to be a wallflower in her own home," He says as he rests his hand on your waist.

You chuckle."You're amusing, Prince Perseus. Normally, when people want to bed me, they would be more straightforward," You murmur.

As if to confirm your words, Percy blushed brightly at their intimate position, but his hands never let go of your waist.