A/N: Okay, this is a fluffly little oneshot that's been stuck in my head since forever. I hope you people enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus belong to Rick Riordan.

My lady

The shading was off. Annabeth couldn't tell what exactly was wrong with it, but it made her sketch of a Corinthian style column look poorly executed and amateurish. She groaned frustratedly. It was the third time she tried drawing that damn column and it always looked like crap. She flipped the page angrily to to start again and her pencil flew out of her hand with the violent motion. It rolled on the grass and fell into the water of the lake with a gentle 'plop'.

Annabeth nearly ripped her hair off and stomped her feet like a spoiled child. She limited herself to letting out a string of curse words in ancient Greek that would have made Ares flinch. She was so frustrated and irritated, the next person to cross her path would be pummeled to the ground. She started gathering her things, slamming them together aggressively She was about to stand up and go back to her cabin to find another pencil and resume her sketching, when movement from the lake caught her attention. Before she could move another inch, a woman rose from the water.

Her hair was the kind of black that was almost blue, and her alabaster skin glittered pink and lavender in the sun, like mother pearl She had that kind of perfect beauty that denounced her immortality, and yet, Annabeth thought she looked like a mermaid from the fairy tales The woman jumped up and leaned forward on the shore, looking up at Annabeth with eyes just slightly more blue than Percy's.

Naiads were already annoying enough to make her want to stand up and leave, but this particular one had her pencil in her hand. Annabeth almost whined loudly. Great, now she'd have to play catch with a naiad to get her pencil back, they were just that juvenile.

It was a shock then, when the woman extended her arm, holding out the pencil to her. Annabeth felt confused. Was she going to snatch her arm back when she tried to get it?

"You dropped this." The naiad said with a pleasant smile. Annabeth reached out unsurely and grabbed the pencil, pulling it quickly to her. There was nothing wrong with it, the naiad had just been nice.

"Thank you." She said, feeling ashamed of her behavior. Her companion grinned and nodded towards her like a bow.

"You're welcome… My lady."

Annabeth cocked her head to the side confusedly. My lady? Where did that come from?

"Annabeth!" she turned her head to the direction of the voice.

She couldn't help the small smile as she saw Percy cross the grounds to where she was sitting. Her heart did a little flip, like it always did every time she laid eyes on him. He walked to them quickly, leaning forwards as if he was going to kiss her, until he saw the naiad there. He blushed and pulled back, sitting down beside Annabeth, waving at his sort of relative with an embarrassed smile.

"Hi." Her grin widened, eyes glowing mischievously.

"Good afternoon." She bowed, then added slowly. "My lord." And disappeared in the water before he could reply.

Annabeth's brain connected the dots instantly. My lord… My lady. She blushed furiously, holding her breath. It wasn't enough that their parents could see their every move, now she had the underwater population calling her milady, as if she was Percy's… Wife or something. She blushed to the roots of her hair.

"Oh, gods…" she said, mortified, letting her forehead fall forward to lean against his chest. His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"Annabeth? What's wrong? Why are you blushing so much? Are you alright?"

She didn't answer. He sighed. She could be so strange sometimes.