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Disclaimer: If I owned Percy Jackson I would be a middle aged man with a beard and working with disney. I am none of these things. You do the deducing.

As Princess Annabeth leaned over the railing of the tower she sighed. She felt as if she was never meant to be a princess, let alone a queen, and certainly not of Atlantis! All she wanted to do was to be an architect, to build things like the great Colosseum in Rome. With a mother like Athena though, she's very controlling, and she'll do anything to get what she wants. So Annabeth would have to marry a stranger no matter what.

"Annabeth, come down here." Athena called out commandingly.

"Coming Mother."

When Annabeth reached the bottom of her tower she groaned. Her mother was there smirking evilly, and it could only mean one thing, she was going to get married.

"Who is it?" she asked Athena

"Who's who dear?"

"Mother you sound like an owl." laughed Annabeth, Athena had a thing for the bird, she claimed that they are the wisest creatures out there. "Who am I getting married to?"

"Oh yes, it's that fool Poseidon's son."

"If you hate Poseidon, then why do want me to marry his son?"

"Because Annabeth. This country was made for war, and we're running out of resources. This is the only way to save our kingdom."

"That's because you made it that way" thought Annabeth, "and now I have to pay the price. I have to do it though, for Athens."

"Alright Annabeth we leave today!"

"WHAT? That's too soon though!"

"No darling, we are going to arrive just in time for the prince's birthday!"

"What happens if we hate each other?"

"There is something else... the prince apparently has fallen in love with a merchant's daughter, and made a deal with his father. If you two hate each other, and the merchant's daughter loves the prince, he is going to attempt to change my mind, which he will not do. I have made up my mind. It would be better if you two get along though."

Annabeth's mouth had fallen open during Athena's little speech.

"The prince must be very absurd if he thinks that he can change mother's mind" She decided.

"So we need to make a grand entrance!" exclaimed Athena. "Apparently the prince has a thing for theater, that's where he first saw the daughter, so we are getting the writer Shakespeare to write a play!"

"Wait! You want me to perform? Mother I can't act for my life!"

"I know that." snapped Athena. "Remember all the times you tried to lie to me?"

"Oh, yes."

"Yes. That's why you're going to be singing."

"WHAT? You know I swore never to sing in public."

"Annabeth, you have the voice of a songbird. Why not use your gift?"

"Mother I just can't. That's my final word on the matter."

Athena then huffed, and stalked away. "We leave in two hours." she called back.

Percy was pacing back and forth, Athena and the princess were supposed to be here by now. He wanted to get this over with quickly so he can go back to Rachel. The two were practically made for each other, in his eyes, he only wished that she was royalty.

A steward burst into the room and exclaimed "The queen, and her daughter's carriage has been overrun by bandits my lord! They sent a knight ahead to tell you!"

But Percy had already swept out of the room he ran to the stables to get his faithful horse, Blackjack. He rode out on the path towards Athens, cursing the weather, it was storming hard and he could barely see anything.

Annabeth blew the hair out her face, she was getting restless. She wanted to ride on her horse, but it was storming. Suddenly there was a thud against the carriage, and Annabeth whipped out her knife. She locked eyes with her mother, they both knew that this road had many bandits along it, but they had chosen the quickest route possible.

"Come out, come out, or we'll force you dearies!" said a taunting voice. "No more guards to keep you safe. How sad. Maybe I'll make you happy if we play together, you would like that wouldn't you queeny?"

"On the count of three." whispered Athena. "One. Two. Three!"

They burst out of the carriage and both started fighting. When Annabeth was small, seven years old, her childhood best friend Luke had given her a knife, and her mother had provided fighting lessons.

The two woman made little work of the bandits, and soon they heard thundering hoofbeats. They hid and waited for the next bandit.

Percy dismounted. There was the carriage he assumed belonged to Queen Athena and-

A woman who looked about the same age as him came out of no where and held up a golden knife to his throat.

"Tell me who you are." she commanded.

"I- I am Prince Perseus, of Atlantis."

"Proof?"

"Ah... here's my ring." Percy handed his ring of his rights to the silhouetted woman and she studied it, then handed it back.

"My mother and I have just been attacked by bandits. They're all taken care of, no thanks to you."

Percy spluttered, no one had ever spoken to him like that. "Excuse me? I came out here in the pouring rain to save you. An-"

"Turns out that some woman can take care of themselves. Funny isn't it?"

Just then the rain stopped. He and the person he assumed was the princess looked up, blinking.

When Percy looked back at the girl, his breath hitched. She was beautiful, just naturally beautiful. She had golden curls streaming down her shoulders underneath her cloak, and she looked tan. The thing that ruined the image though was her grey eyes. They looked cold and calculating, and he could tell what she was feeling by just looking at them. Those eyes seemed out of place on her face.

He was handsome, she'll give him that, but she would never trust another man, after Luke. Her heart broke just thinking about him. He had gone to war and never came back.

Then her mother walked out of the forest taking in the two young people. Her daughter glaring at a boy who looked like a mini-Poseidon, but thinner. The boy was staring at her daughter with wide eyes until he heard her coming towards them.

"Your Majesty." he said kneeling in front of her.

Annd I'll end it there. Kinda short. Sorry about that guys. But please review, it means a lot. Or if you want something else to read now you guys could check out my other story. It's called The Veela and the Aftermath. Trololololololo I have no idea what else to say soooo GOODBYE no idea when I'll update again, but that's okay.