[334 B.C]

You were a Greek princess. A beautiful one, at that.

Lounging around outside in the courtyard of your family's palace, you were dressed in a traditional Greek dress, gazing longingly at the forests in the distance. You loved royalty, but some freedom would be nice once in a while. Or anything to sooth your growing boredom, really.

Little did you know, you had taken the eye of a god. The son of Poseidon, and the God of Loyalty, to be exact, who was currently dressed in a Greek toga, gazing at you with adoration from just out of your view, leaning against a large statue near the edge of the courtyard that your family had built of the goddess Aphrodite, who they decided had blessed you with beauty when you were born.

Obviously that wasn't true. But they had enough reasoning to believe so, so why not just embrace it? You couldn't change their mind, anyways. You couldn't change their minds about many things. Moreso the prince they have chosen to marry you off to, Prince Dorian.

Percy continued to gaze at you, a flirty, dreamy smile on his face as he did, like his head was in the clouds, his black, shaggy hair was a hot mess on his head. You're just so gorgeous.