"We need the east perimeter secured. The First Cohort is a complete mess and can't properly…. Zhang? Are you listening to me?
Not really Frank thought. His mind was somewhere else entirely. Like in bed, with his girlfriend, doing things that are very inappropriate to think about when you're speaking about running the legion.
Focus Zhang. You're a praetor. You have a camp to run. You can think about her another time.
Yeah right, another part of him said. You're nineteen. You can never stop thinking about her in that way.
It didn't help that she was gorgeous. Hazel had always been beautiful, but she had grown, becoming curvier and fuller.
He had to stop the groan from escaping him when he thought about trailing his hands down her body, kissing those soft lips….
Enough. "Yes Reyna. I think we need to back up the east perimeter with another cohort until we get this under control."
Reyna nodded. "We need the strongest one. We'll take from the fifth and give them extra guard duties."
Hazel was in the fifth. Shit. Frank rubbed his hands over his eyes.
This was going to be a very long meeting.
When they finally finished, Frank was so ready to crash to bed. With Hazel.
No. Not with Hazel. Alone.
Get your shit together Zhang. He walked fast to his room. Before he became praetor he slept in the fifth cohort dorms. Now, however, he had his own structure, located just outside of New Rome.
He couldn't believe the changes that were made in camp since the war. For instant, the fauns had become involved in the camps activities instead of being beggars. Archers have also been trained and respected, whereas before they were disrespected. Frank was an archer.
The camp had also opened a cavalry. One of the most impressive achievements Frank had accomplished. Well, actually he had done it for Hazel. She was the leader of the cavalry. No one had doubted her after seeing her fighting on Arion, practically saving the camp from Gaea's monsters.
Not to mention, more Greek friendly. After the war, the camp and new Rome were destroyed. Frank appointed Annabeth to be the head architect. After all, she built Olympus. Little needed to be convinced. Except for Octavian.
Frank really hated that guy.
He could never get enough of the beauty of the structures. The buildings were Rome and Greek inspired. A combination of both, and it created the most beautiful site Frank had ever had the honor of seeing.
Wrong, he said to himself. There is one thing more beautiful than this.
He was practically running to his room now. It was almost midnight, and he had missed dinner. Not only was he hungry, but he was really looking forward to seeing Hazel there. From all the problems, he barely had time to see her these past few weeks. She was probably tucked in bed now, sleeping.
Frank really shouldn't have gone there. Not a good idea. When he finally approached the door, the guards that were assigned to watch his room stiffened there posture and saluted him.
It had been like this for three years, and he still hasn't gotten used to it. Sometimes he would forget to release them from their solute, because he simply couldn't believe that it was directed towards him.
He saluted back to them and the carvings on the door started moving. They were designed for that purpose, like a security system. Another one of Annabeth's genius ideas. The doors opened and he slipped in. He was finally in his room.
And in his fantasy.