The Queen of Princesses:

Chapter one: The News

Rating: T

Summary: Prince Percy has recently turn twenty and as the Crowned Prince he need a bride. So his parents decide to get involved. All the noble girls from around the world come to have chance at being a queen. Will he find the one? This my first FanFic and I'm super nervous. I understand the summary is bad but I will get better over time.

Without further ado here is the story.

Knock! Knock!

The peace rupturing rattling of my door stirred me from my daydream. With a start, I answered quickly not wanting them to knock again.

"Come in," I called with a voice hazed concentration. I had been trying to make sense of some document my father had shoved in my face this morning at the breakfast table.

The door creaked and my best friend and hand named Grover, came into the room with a parchment in his hand. Grover however, was a sickly boy with curly brown hair, freckles slap-dashed across his face and two bad legs which meant that he couldn't do much for sport except the basic running and a small amount of horse riding that most boys would love. But to be fair, he never really like physical activities for the most part.

With a overly dramatic bow and starts to talk, "My lord you-"

I cut him off before he got to finish by shooting him a strong glare.

"Don't call me that before I ring your head like a bell", I interrupted him. We both tried to keep our composer but failed miserably and burst out into fit of mad howls of laughter. "Percy, Your father and mother, have asked you to meet them in the throne room in fifteen minutes. They said it was really important.", He said, then he smiled and left. Soon after he left, I got out of bed and went to the window. I stared down at all the people buzzing in the fishing village. I thought about how they called me 'my lord' or 'your majesty' and how much I hated it. Hated made to feel higher than them. I just hated it.

I turned sharply and walked into the bathroom and turned on the bath and got ready to get in.

As the hot water met my skin, I thought about what would may happen at the meeting. I am the sixteen year old crowned prince of the one of the greatest kingdoms in the world. I submerged myself under the water and held my breath. Anything that was deemed 'important' at this point would either be really tedious for me or going to be really bad for me.

After a couple moments I reappeared from the water and stepped out. I grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around my waist. While doing so, I stared at the mirror across from me.

A pair of sea green eyes stared back at me through the foggy curtain of black hair. I looked down at the sink underneath it, wishing that I could somehow wash a all my thoughts. I splashed my face with water and then opened the door and walked back into my room. There, on my bed, was what the maids and designers decided that I had to wear today. It was a royal red tunic with black trousers and shoes. I put them on and turned to the mirror try and smooth out any imperfections.

I tried.

I really tried.

The undershirt I was able to tuck in the trousers but my hair was a hopeless mop on my head so I didn't try.

I still don't understand why I have to wear these stupid clothes. They are uncomfortable and itchy.

So, after a final mental debate, I left my room and headed to the throne room to await what my dear loving parents.

Hesitation.

However much I hated it, I still do it.

I hesitated before opening the double doors and striding in.

I halted a few paces for my father's throne. His throne was a gold with hints of blue. Pearls were scattered across the throne with two red cushions. My mother's throne sat next his on the left. Her's was smaller with rose gold and iron leaves and flower petals painted light blue and sea green. My youngest brother, Tyson's thrones sat next to our mother. It was smaller than my other brother's it was blue with green cushions. Mine, which was to my father's right was as big as my mother's, was encrusted with gold and blue ripples on it. My other brother, a spoilt, snooty and stuck-up child, sat beside me on his throne. He had it made all gold.

"Ahh! My beautiful boy. Well you're a little boy anymore, a great young man now," mothers voice sweetly swept through the room.

"Mother, when you talk to me like that, I start to think that the news you two are about to reveal, I may not feel is in my best interests," I stated. She laughed nervously. She knew I was right.

" My son, do you know why have you been called here today?", my father asked.

"No father, I don't know," I answered.

"Well as you know you are the crowned prince of Atlantis and you will be King when I retire or die. And every king needs a queen, right?"

"What are you implying ... Father?" I questioned.

"I'm saying," He said bluntly ",that you need a Wife."

I was stunned why was this such a problem I always thought that I would find love when I found it. I didn't really care about finding one so early. " We have handpicked noble and royal ladies from the kingdoms just you. There is six young ladies will have a letter that you may pick from. They are in the age range of eighteen and twenty-one beautiful girls for you," My mother said.

"Umm? Sorry, but Mother, I... um... I don't remember agreeing to this," I said sarcastically.

"Perseus Jackson do not are talk to your mother that way she is you-" My dad boomed.

"Or what, will you take away more of my choices?! Like what I eat in the morning!" I interrupted him. And with that I storm out of the throne room. I ran to the only place that I thought I would be safe. The sea.

Thank you this is my first chapter of my first story. I hope you liked it. Please leave a review . Oh and Blue cookies for everyone. (::) (::)(::)

Edited on 18/07/2018