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– Jason Grace sat on his bed in the Praetor’s cabin at Camp Jupiter, his blue eyes fixed on the figure before him. The moon high in the sky illuminated the room softly, filtering through the glass windows in the ceiling. The marble walls reflected the light, creating a quiet, almost solemn atmosphere, but there was a lightness in the air, the lightness of lively conversation that Jason loved to hear, even if he sometimes couldn't follow it. You, daughter of Athena, were sitting on the edge of the bed, your hands gesturing enthusiastically as you explained some complex theory about Greek architecture, a topic that involved references to mathematical equations, applied physics, and even philosophy.

Jason smiled, but truth be told, he had been completely lost in his explanation for minutes. Sure, he was smart—anyone would say that. After all, you didn't become a praetor without intellectual abilities. But you... you were on another level. Every word came out of your mouth with sharp precision, revealing the strategic and analytical mind of a true daughter of Athena. Your eyes shone with passion as you explained, without realizing that Jason had already given up trying to understand and was simply enchanted to be there, listening to you speak.

Jason kept his gaze on you, his easy smile reflecting a mixture of adoration and slight frustration with himself. He loved this side of you, the intensity with which you threw yourself into whatever matter interested you. But sometimes he felt… challenged. He understood enough to know that you were right, but the details? Those slipped through his fingers like sand.

– "So, the difference between the Doric and Ionic styles... is fundamental to understanding the evolution of architecture throughout the classical era." – you continued, not realizing that Jason was now more focused on your moving lips than on your words.

He chuckled softly, catching your attention.