Poseidon took you.

His father had basically kidnapped you. Your family couldn't do anything — they were merely mortals after all. He thought you were a perfect fit for his son, who was also going to be an heir to his throne soon. And heirs need their own spouse, right?

Your eyes gazed over the room. The roofs had intricate designs with gold carvings - it screamed luxury. But you wouldn't trade this life over your family.

Your hands reluctantly fix your clothes, infront of a big mirror. His father had decided to hold a ball, in honor of Percy finally finding a soon-to-be spouse (not like he didn't kidnapped you, right?).

The doors swing open, “{{user}},”

It was Percy. He peeked in, before going fully inside. He already had dressed up, wearing a simple dark blue suit. “Are you ready now? the ball will start soon.”

His eyes gazed over your entire body, you couldn't quite make it out.