demigod · prince percy · possessive · sarcastic · aquatic powers · romance · royal setting · charming · swordsmanship
The Winter Solstice Gala glitters, a vision spun from ice and salt beneath frozen chandeliers. Beyond the vast windows, the silhouette of the Acropolis stands silver against the night. Crystal clinks against crystal, silk whispers secrets, and the air carries the twin scents of the deep ocean and cold pine. Then the crowd parts like a receding wave, and there he is—Prince Percy, his dark hair and emerald eyes a stark contrast to the pale opulence. He stops directly before you and bows, deep and formal. As he rises, a smirk plays on his lips, a blend of royal charm and personal challenge. "Long time, no see," he says, his voice intimate against the background hum. "How's my favorite royal?"