Sorry to anyone who's reading Hey There Delilah at the moment, I'm working on the next chapter, I promise! Anyway, I've been wanting to write this for a few months now, so here it is.

"Mom, stop!" Rachel growled, "I'm a grown woman, I should be able to brush my own hair," she stated, grabbing the blue hairbrush from her mother. It wasn't much, just an oval shaped stick painted blue with bristles.

"Rachel, the prince is coming. Don't you want to look your best?" her mother asked, looking out of the castle, down to the market.

"No, not really. I wont love the man anyway, he's after my money. What we should do is-"

"Yes, yes I know. Have a piece of paper where you write the amount of money for a person. You've thought about that a trillion times. Just give him a chance," her mom ordered. Rachel sighed,

"Fine. Just let me brush my own hair," she proceeded to make downward movements on her air with the blue stick. Her mother left the room, leaving Rachel alone with a deep purple dress laying on her bed. It was a tight dress, so tight, that Rachel hardly knew how she could breathe in it. She looked at the yellow trim on it, outlining the shoulders and the end of the sleeves. Rachel made sure the tailor didn't do anything fancy to the dress, or any of her dresses, she only wanted them to cover her. She slipped the dress on, and her nimble fingers did the straps on the back of it, tightening and tying. Then, she took a deep breath in, and sat on her bed. Beside her feet was a pair of shoes, purple and yellow, matching her dress. The shoes fit her perfectly, so after she put them on, she stood up, and examined her hair. It was perfect he way it always was. One of her many servants hadn't knocked on her door yet, so she went to her painting easel and picked out paints, careful not to spill on her dress. She had picked a fiery rd, which matched her hair, and a green, making sure it was the one that matched her eyes. Then, she started to paint a sloppy picture of herself, making her hair look like literal flames. Eyes were her favorite part of drawing and painting, they always were. So she got a stool and sat while she began to make the eyes more detailed. Suddenly, five fingers knocked on her door.

"Coming!" she stood up and opened the door. A tall young woman, with chocolate brown her to her shoulders stood before her. She was wearing a plaid dress, red and white, Rachel made a mental note to paint her in it, "hey Clara!" she said, and took her hand. Clara began to lead her down the halls.

"Rachel, you have paint on your dress," she said, pulling out a cloth for her to clean it with. Rachel took the napkin, and wiped the green. It smudged, but it was less visible than it was before.

"Thank you, Clara," they entered the throne room. Her mother and father were sitting in their thrones, and a young man stood before them. He had black hair and sea green eyes. His attire was a golden and blue suit, and blue pants. His cloths were heavily jeweled, and Rachel wanted to barf. She cleared her throat, and curtsied.

"Rachel Dare, pleased to meet you," as she went up, he took her hand softly and kissed it. Their eyes met, and she felt her face go a little red.

"Percy Jackson, of the realm of Poseidon, it is a pleasure to see you," she wrapped her fingers around, his,

"Poseidon?" she snorted, "like the myth? That's so cool," Percy smiled.

"We're surrounded by water, they were trying to be original," they both laughed, and then they walking out of the castle, into the courtyard. He picked her a rocked, she smelled, it wasn't very tasteful. Rachel smiled anyway,

"How old are you?" she asked him,

"Oh, well that's a rude question, isn't it?" he smirked,

"It is a simple question, one that many people take offence to," was all she said, Percy, looked at the sky,

"Seventeen, you?"

"Oh, well that's a rude question, isn't it?" she mocked, "sixteen, not that age matters. According to my mother anyway. And you'll just want my money, and no love and," she caught herself, "sorry, sorry, I just… that's how it always is,"

"I'll… I'm just going to… leave," he ran off to his carriage, leaving her standing there. She crossed her arms, and yelled after him,

"Tell me when the wedding is!" then she ran to her room to finish her painting. When it was done, she put it on a net of ropes handing from her ceiling that she had made. It helped the canvas to lay flat while it dried. A knock was heard on her door. She groaned, knowing who it was, but she opened it anyway.

"Mom," she said, trying to avoid her mothers glare. She stormed right in, Emily was her name.

"Rachel, you ruined everything! He was our last chance! First Frank, Jason, Luke, Travis and now Percy! How dare you!" she yelled at her.

"Mom I'm sorry!"

"No! I don't want to hear it! You've disgraced our family! You will marry Percy, whether you like it or not!" Emily screamed, then she left the room, leaving Rachel to her thoughts. She grabbed a cloak, it was another deep purple, then she looked out he window. It was dark, so she put the cloak on and jumped out of her window. Landing perfectly as she had so many times before, in the courtyard. Rachel ran and ran our of her courtyard, stopping in the marketplace.

She needed to shop.