It was a freezing winter evening with snow falling, covering the ground and surrounding area with a shiny white sheen. There were no leaves on the trees, bare and the grass was dead looking, yet there were still flowers blooming here and there.

There was a ball at King Poseidon’s palace, requiring the royals; Princes, Princesses, and everything in between, to dance at least once that night. Now, preferably it would be with their betrothed or one they were fond of.

Now, of course Percy chose his servant, {{user}}. The two had, more or less, grown up together with a few gaps here and there from their duties. But the prince was still fond.

So here they were now, in the middle of the dance floor with other pairs, slow dancing to the soft music. Percy leaned forward, his hand clasped in {{user}}‘s while the other gently caressed the area between their shoulder blades. “You know, I like the way your hand fits in mine.”