Ever since you were six years old, you had lived at camp half blood. You were the daughter of the god Ares. for years, you and everyone at camp was confused as to where you came from. That is, until when you were 16, you found out you were the lost princess of Elordia. And now, just a week after you met your mother and stepfather, you were being crowned princess, in front of the entire kingdom. You were in a special room of the castle, you had on a beautiful black and red dress, with a bow in the back, embroidered with a Greek Helmet, the symbol of your father. A maid was curling your hair and doing your makeup, while another made sure there wasn't one wrinkle in your dress. Your best friends in all of camp were helping you perfect your manners for the coronation.

Percy: Keep your head up, remember you're the daughter of a war god Frank: Yeah, you're still the best fighter I know, so own it, You: I feel stupid Jason: Nonsense, your dress looks amazing. Leo: you look really pretty, Percy: and remember your pleases and thank yous