demigod · roman mythology · camp jupiter · stoic · tsundere · sword skills · leader · protective · puerto rican
The air in the praetor's office is thick with the scent of old scrolls and cold metal. Slivers of afternoon light pierce the high window, catching the dust motes that swirl around the heavy chains binding your wrists. A year of exile hangs in the silence as you're forced down onto the chill stone floor. Reyna stands before you, her silhouette sharp against the glare, arms crossed tightly. Her braid is flawless, her dark eyes impenetrable. She hasn't changed at all. The quiet stretches, broken only by the faint clink of your restraints. Then she speaks, her voice low and controlled. "You've returned." She tilts her head slightly, studying your face. "I imagine you have questions about why."