Review if you want to suggest and idea :) or o give ur thoughts on the chapter.

Disclaimer: Don't own PJO and stuff...just OC's

Perseus stared at the wooden door at the end of a corridor in his palace that no servant dared enter. It's mahogany varnish and previously shimmering golden handle had long lost their shine, much like, Perseus's own personality. The gold going a rustic brown from the dust that had accumulated on it over the years. He could barely tell it was metal and not made of the mahogany wood that sported his doors.

Perseus had vowed centuries ago that this room would never be disturbed. Everything inside was to be left exactly where it was, no one besides him was prohibited to invade this heavily sentimental room. Shortly after that atrocious meeting with the Olympians, he'd been sent on a reluctant trip of nostalgia. Recalling memories of his youth, his father training him in the art of the sword, his father teaching him to hone his powers and lastly, his father sending him away on a personal mission that not even, Perseus could understand.

His father had the gift of the prophecy, surely he wouldn't have let his son go down a path of such pain? His father must have known about her. How she were to have captured his attention immediately, stolen his heart from right under his nose only to-No, Perseus. Stop. He pleaded to himself.

With memories of father, came memories of his loved ones and previous loved ones. One in particular, the only one to be precise, that could actually affect him like this. The thought of having to spend so much time with her only brought back painful emotions he thought he'd hidden away, buried deep under an apparent hatred for all things to do with any type of Eros love. Be it the same or opposite sex. Love was love.

"Pugh!" He grunted. 'Love was only a combination of bodily sensations being poetically pictured by philosophers to make it seem like a feeling rather the poison it truly is. Love is no longer love, who knows what it is. It was no longer meaningful to us, the only love that existed because we made it so, was Eros love. Sexual passion. The aspect of love driven by intolerable lust. The foundation to the growing religion of adultery and deceit. We have managed to transition the beautiful aspect of life to a poison with unbelievable control over us as beings. It was pathetic.'

Perseus closed his eyes, having a recollection of how he once was. How he used to be, before her betrayal.

"Come on!" She grabbed his hands, dragging him through the brightly lit forest. The foliage surrounding them like a wall of bright green serenity. Birds seemed to be following them wherever they went. The Gods of the hunt together, both master and mistress graced their domains with their presence. The atmosphere was far more than perfect, it was comforting.

Perseus stared at her as she pulled him behind her like a carcass. The sun enveloping her and giving her a saintly aura, making her skin glow like melting caramel on a hot day. She then looked at him without warning, still proceeding to walk. Clearly knowing what she was doing, she didn't spare a glance behind of her.

"Isn't it beautiful?" She asked, a laugh escaping her lips as she spun around like a child would at christmas time. Her blinding smile was enough to make a man melt into a pool of testosterone. It made false promises. Consuming your mind with desires that you'd never fulfill. Her eyes twinkled, seemingly accentuating her signature smile. A smile she reserved for only special individuals.

Perseus cocked his head to the side and inspected their surroundings, "Well-" He smiled at her adoringly, "The real beauty is standing before me right now."

Artemis's cheeks stained red, "Oh, Percy-" She wrapped her arms around his neck, her smile brightened, now laced with admiration, "How lucky are we?"

His brow knitted, "I'm not sure. Care to enlighten me? Besides the fact that I have you?" At the time, that was the best answer he could have given.

Artemis leaned up, her lips making contact with his own so lovingly it could melt even the coldest of hearts, including his.

"Promise me something-" She whispered, breaking the kiss for just a moment.

"Anything." Perseus muttered against her cheek, laying soft kisses upon her skin.

"Let's make a promise that we'll be like this forever?" She asked, digging her face into his neck.

Perseus was taken back by this comment at the time, but had no complaints about it. He grinned and glanced down at her, she was looking up at him expectantly.

"The day I stop loving you, will be the day all happiness in my life will have vanquished. The day all the joy in my eyes disappear." He nuzzled her nose, "And that-will never happen."

Artemis being satisfied with the answer bit her lip and beckoned him closer to her.

Perseus's eyes shot open, not wanting to relive his most dangerous experiences again. He sighed, a numb, senseless feeling passed through his nerves and wrapped itself around his so called icy heart. A pain he rarely felt, but was capable of feeling if he let his guard down.

Even thinking about her, after so many years, reminded him how much hold he had given her, how much hold she still had on him. And like an idiot, he let her break apart his walls only to be the reason they were built back up again.

He lifted his hand to the brown handle, 'Don't do it, Perseus.' He warned himself, 'It'll just make everything worse. You can't go to camp tomorrow feeling these bundled up emotions, she'll know something is wrong. She'll just use it to her benefit.'

"Brother." Aphrodite's feminine voice said behind him.

Perseus turned to face her, immediately stepping away from the door.

"Why are you staring into your old room?" She asked, stepping forward and sensing his heartache.

Perseus averted his gaze, knowing full well she'd be able to pinpoint the cause to this effect.

"Hey, hey, hey. I may be mad at you but I'm still here for you-" She touched his face and made her look at him, "Look at me."

Perseus reluctantly did as she asked.

Aphrodite shook her head, instantaneously knowing what was wrong.

"Oh, Perseus." She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him down and cradling his head on her neck.

Perseus sucked in breath, he could feel an unfamiliar liquid forming at the corners of his eyes. No! He would not cry, he hadn't cried in centuries, especially over her. He would not be breaking this now. His sadness was replaced with anger, this seemed to be his default emotion nowadays.

He pulled away, his eyes smouldering with fury only caused by hurt, "What is it that you wanted sister?"

Aphrodite sighed, clearly irritated that he'd defaulted to the only emotion of passion she couldn't stand.

"I came to talk to you."

"About?" Perseus asked as he walked down the corridor, away from the door.

"You know what and now that I see you here like this I'd say this was long overdue."

"What are you saying?" He rolled his eyes, "Stop being vague."

"She's saying that you need to finally let go. The past is the past." A new, softer voice entered the room.

Perseus groaned, "Not you too, Hestia."

Hestia narrowed her eyes slightly but they softened when, Perseus ran his hand through his hair, something he only did when he was agitated or anxious.

"Brother, we think it's high time you put the past behind you." Hestia touched his shoulder, "You can't keep resenting her like this."

"Resent? Ha! That's an understatement." He chirped.

Aphrodite glared at him, "Hatred, resentment, whichever you prefer. It's unhealthy."

Perseus scoffed, "How so?"

"I was watching your fight with her at camp, even now your body still rejects hurting her, going against her." Perseus clenched his fists at this, suddenly finding the carpet on his wooden floor more interesting. "Your reaction proves that. But worse than that is in the back of your mind, it rejects hating her. It's slowly picking away at your sanity." Hestia lectured.

Perseus balled his fists, he knew she was right. He hated to admit it too, but he'd rather be insane than be sane enough to forgive her. Forgiving her would allow her to forgive herself. That would mean he'd have nothing to drive him anymore. Perhaps his warriors are a mighty cause, but not mighty enough to keep him here in the greek world.

"You've become so dependent on anger and-" She paused, "Dare I say, pent up lust to drive you."

"Okay, I draw the line at lust. I do not-"

"Yes you do." Hestia stated matter of factly.

"Agreed. You thirst for her like mortals do water. Becoming friends rather than enemies would mean you wouldn't have an excuse to ignore your desires." Aphrodite shrugged.

Perseus growled, why did they have to know him so well? He'd never admit their victory to them though.

"Your pride has always been your greatest flaw, even over your fatal flaw of personal loyalty. The cons to being a god." Hestia leaned up and kissed his cheek, looking into his eyes, "Just promise us, you'll try. You'll feel a large weight lifted off of your soldiers as soon as you do, I swear on the styx."

Thunder rumbled in the distance, binding her apparent oath.

Perseus sighed and nodded haltingly, "Alright."

He'd given in, how could he resist those warm eyes? He wasn't going to just forgive her, I mean obviously. But he won't not be open to it.

Aphrodite squealed and jumped on the two of them, forcing, Perseus to catch her.

"We'll be a family again!"

"I'm glad." A masculine yet angel-like voice stated. The perks of being the god of music.

"You heard?" Perseus asked his friend.

Apollo shrugged, his golden hair swaying, "I've been here for a while. I myself was gonna have a chat with you, but it seems your two beautiful sisters beat me too it."

Aphrodite, used to such compliments brushed him off, Hestia on the other hand was fighting a blush and losing miserably.

Perseus smirked and pushed, Hestia towards him.

"Why don't both of you talk among yourselves, see if you left anything out of our little talk."

The two gods glared at him, particularly a bashful, Apollo. Perseus winked and turned to, Aphrodite.

"I need to go see my warriors, would you like to join?"

Aphrodite giggled, "Why yes." She sent, Apollo and Hestia a knowing look before she and, Perseus flashed out. Leaving, Apollo and Hestia to their own confusing emotions.

"We rarely ever speak, now two times in one day? I'm incredibly lucky." Apollo tried to break the ice.

But it only seemed to cause a pang to hit both their chests, reminding them of a time where all they ever did was speak and create memories together.

Perseus rubbed his temples with a loud sigh as he strides through Camp. Having to explain to his Warriors that every mission they got would have to be done with the Hunters was hard enough, they were not happy in the slightest. But then having to explain who's fault it was, was not exactly a fun experience either. He could see the irritation in most of their faces, but out of respect of their master they kept their thoughts to themselves.

He sensed a presence enter the camp, the same presence that he always found himself being pulled toward without his consent. He knew exactly who had arrived for the mission, it was walking toward him at this very moment.

"Artemis." He greeted with a nod of his head.

Artemis hesitated for a second before bowing her head civilly, "Perseus."

Honestly, he was quite surprised at her cool composure. He half expected her to bite his head off for helping her get into this situation in the first place. He guessed she didn't want to be in the dog box with Zeus any more than he did.

'Don't fight with her today. Act civil. Civil. Civil.' he repeated in his head. Ugh, this meant conversation.

She barely walks past him before he finds himself opening his mouth.

"How did your hunters react to the news of our punishment?" He asks.

Artemis inclines her head toward him, "Better than I expected. I raised them well."

Perseus nods coolly, "My Warriors were not happy with me."

"I don't care." She states matter of factly.

His eyes narrow at her, "And here I thought we could go an entire minute without fighting. But like always, you have to go ahead and ruin it."

This was entirely on her now, he was trying to be civil, she was to blame for this if a situation rose.

"You're a real brute, you know that?" She growls.

Perseus crosses his arms, still glaring at the back of her head, "Oh I'm the asshole here? I can't believe I even tried to make the effort. Stubborn woman." He hisses and turns around.

He takes a few strides before he feels a hand grasp his shoulder, causing his entire body to go numb, knowing exactly who the hand belonged to.

She sighs, "Old habits die hard. Sorry." She spoke the last word as if it wasn't part of her vocabulary. He could feel her breath at the back of his neck very vaguely, but it was still enough to make his hairs stand on end.

Perseus tilts his head toward her, she's looking up at him expectantly. Her prepossessing appearance furthering the alluring gaze in her eyes.

"If we want this stupid thing to work we have to find some common ground here." Perseus replies.

She smirks slightly, amused at his oblivious tendencies, "You mean besides the fact that we are the Gods of the hunt, have groups of virginal followers and hate Hera? I wonder."

Perseus turns his body towards hers and chuckles quietly, "I guess that'll be enough for now."

The tip of Artemis's lip upturns somewhat on the right side of her lip, a small dimple forming on her cheek.

His cheeks feel hot, when was the last time she smiled at him like that?

'No. Don't fall for it. She's just doing this to get over the punishment, don't let her grab hold of you again!'

They stared at each other for a few seconds before realising what they were doing. Artemis being the first to break the silence, "So uhh-we should check on our respective companions, we leave in 15 minutes."

Perseus clears his throat, "Yes."

He flashes to his cabin before he can make a fool of himself.

"Double time boys! We need to be ready in 10!" He orders over the voices of his followers.

"10? Come on!" Dante groans, as do the rest of them.

"Well unless you want, Artemis stomping over here I suggest you do as I say." He roll his eyes and snap his fingers, making sure all the need gear and supplies had been packed into their travel bags. "There, I saved you time. Now get dressed!"

After hiking through the National Park with Artemis and her Hunters in such close proximity to his Warriors and him for an entire day, Perseus came to the conclusion that Artemis and him would never agree on anything.

"No! A fixed, ground attack with close combat is best suited for this environment. We know nothing about this place and we can't exactly scout." Percy stops in front of her, trying to show his dominant side.

Artemis had none of it.

She glares up at him defiantly, "Well I know an environment like this well enough to know an ambush from the trees would be a perfect strategy."

Percy shakes his head, "Oh really? We don't even know where they are. They have no solid plans or coordinated movement plan. It's like this is just for fun. How are we supposed to ambush an absent enemy?"

Artemis scoffs, "I am not an idiot, Perseus. We merely use the very reason they are here against them. Bait."

Perseus frowns, hoping that what she was implying was her just being sadistic and not truthful.

"No. We are not using any one of our followers."

"I meant a mortal, you moron." She murmurs .

"Excuse me?" Perseus growls.

Artemis shrugs, "You kinda asked for that one-"

"Okay! How's about we take a rest milord and lady?" Dante asks, interrupting the gods and gesturing to their followers, "Everyone is restless and with no luck yet everyone is beginning to get discouraged. Perhaps we could regroup and begin again in the early hours of the morning?"

Perseus pinches the bridge of my nose, 'Why hadn't he noticed earlier?'

"Of course, tell everyone we will camp here for the night."

Dante nods and bows to, Artemis.

"Do you agree, milady?"

Artemis nods and gestures for him to leave.

Perseus watches as his lieutenant gives orders to those that will listen. A fight between him and Zoe immediately breaks out as he tries to order her around.

"Thou have no power over me thine big oaf!" She hisses.

Dante sticks his tongue out childishly, "You know this whole old english thing is beginning to get a little old, I'm sure even you think it's time for a change."

Zoe summons her bow and aims an arrow at his face, "Shut your mouth before I do it for you!"

Dante grinned, "There we go! We got modern english folks!" He claps mockingly, thus promptly having to dodge a silver arrow aimed at his mouth. He ducks swiftly before glaring at her, "Hey! That was close!"

Zoe smirks and shrugs nonchalantly, "My fingers slipped."

Dante growls and stomps away for his better judgement, not wanting to cause a brawl when they were already treading on thin ice.

"It seems our lieutenants still don't particularly get along." Artemis mutters behind Perseus.

He raises a brow, "You only notice now?"

She scoffs, "I've always noticed."

Perseus rolls his eyes and begins to walk to where he knew his warriors had set up his tent. If he didn't do it immediately they tended to do it for him, against his orders of course.

He sits on his bed, burying his face in his hands.

"Why do you make this so hard?" He growls out loud and falls back onto his bed.

He stares at his ceiling, not knowing what else to do. Getting lost in his thoughts seemed like the best option at the moment. He tried guiding his mind to anything besides her and the way she looked so unfairly mouth-watering in her older form.

He failed. He closed his eyes and called upon a memory of her lying beside him, her head resting peacefully on his pillow and her eyes content as they stared right through his own. He imagined the curve of her lips and subconsciously raised his hand to stroke the memory of her face. He opened his eyes and found nothing but an empty spot in his bed, his hand balled into a fist and he retracted it instantaneously.

"I hate you." He whispers in a strained voice, "You deserve to feel the pain you forced upon me."

He was interrupted by a knock on the door of his tent. Yes his tent had a door, he was an Olympian, they had shit like that.

"Milord?" A warrior's voice was heard from the other side, the obscurity of interrupting his lord clear in his voice. "Lady Artemis is calling for dinner, will you be joining us?"

He sighs heavily and makes his way out his tent, "Thanks Erik." He ruffles his dark brown hair, he grins a grin filled with childish innocence that only boys below the terrible age of 13 can give.

He salutes cutely, "Yes sir!" Perseus can sense him trailing behind him respectfully, he caught sight of the various followers crowding into the makeshift mess hall-or is it a mess tent?

Although his Warriors and Hunters made sure to sit on opposite sides of the long table able to fit all 27 of them, including Artemis and he.

The Hunters outnumbered the Warriors by 2, which wasn't a lot but could often make a difference in battle.

He was the last to enter, excluding Erik who ran in front of him to take a seat next to his younger brother Elijah. Twins, Elijah being 6 minutes younger, something they argued over constantly.

They stood as he entered as is the social grace of greeting an Olympian for a meal, Artemis being the only one to remain seated. She met his eyes over the rim of her golden goblet, the metal clashing with her eyes like black and white.

Perseus's face is expressionless, he stopped his brain from drifting to memories of their past together, it would just be a dangerous thing to do at this moment.

He takes his seat at the head of the table, directly across from Artemis.

He sends a silent prayer to Hestia to summon them dinner, she did so within seconds. An entire buffet of all kinds of dishes appearing on the table, it was met with excited murmurs of content and praise.

"I dibs the tater tots!" Erik shouted, reaching for the plate.

"No way! They're ours!" A girl about Erik's age glared daggers at him, her blonde hair falling over her eyes, causing her to blow it away and proceeding to stare Erik down.

He growls and pulls, "Share!"

"You share!" She demands, pulling it toward her.

"No you!" Erik pulls it so hard if the girl had let go he would have flown off the bench and into the dirt.

Perseus chuckles and lifts it out their hands, "Here, you both take half." He uses a butter knife to half the plate and summon another, separating the dish into to different plates for them.

Erik sticks his tongue out at the girl with blonde hair and Hazel eyes.

She mirrors his gesture and does the classic raspberry to anger him.

Perseus rolls his eyes and smile, he lifts a plate toward the pizza. He smacks his lips as it reaches his mouth, relishing at the taste.

"Cheesy."

"I concur!" Dante shouts, showing him a replica of the pizza Perseus was currently eating.

He salutes him, "That's my boy!"

Dante' winks playfully and takes a bite large enough to rival Perseus's own.

He sees Artemis eyeing the pizza in his hand with curiosity. He raises a single brow and hold up a piece, "Tempted?"

She stares him down disdainfully before summoning a different piece into her hand.

Perseus rolls his eyes dramatically and proceed to eat the piece he was previously going to give to her.

She smiles slightly as her tongue basks in the cheesy goodness, he's almost envious of it, but he knows how sharp that tongue can be.

"Wouldn't have made a difference in taste if you'd taken the one I was going to give you." Perseus mutters to himself.

Artemis hears which was not what he was expecting her to do over the dozens of other conversations happening at the same time.

Her eyes narrow viciously, "Perhaps I didn't want anything going into my mouth to have been touched by any part of you."

Perseus smirks, "That wasn't always the case if I remember correctly." He states and continues to eat his pizza without a care in the world. As if he hadn't just mocked a maiden goddess with sexual innuendo.

A few hunters gasp and their eyes flash to Artemis cautiously. Her own eyes open fully, her mouth parting and closing, at loss for words.

She gathers her composure quickly however and raises her knife threateningly, "What did you just say?" Each word she spoke sounded like it was being enveloped by a fire of fury growing inside her mouth.

Perseus shrugs, "What you heard me say."

Artemis hisses and stand up, silencing the room with the scrape of the bench's feet against the rocky earth.

Percy does the same, only still eating as if he didn't give a crap, which only furthered the mockery. Artemis points her dagger accusingly at him, "You dare insult me so?"

"I insult you with the truth." He chuckles cheekily.

Artemis cheeks tinge a light gold and she growls like the animals she has control over.

"Are you deliberately trying to get me to maim you?"

"If you're into that stuff sure."

Percy couldn't tell you why he was doing this, nor why he felt the need to in the first place. Subconscious revenge? The fact that making sexual jokes aimed at her angered her within seconds? Who knew, he just knows he's enjoying it.

She flashes in front of him, her hand gripping his shirt and pulling him down to her eye level, inclining her head toward his ear, "What exactly are you trying do here?" Her voice is so quiet only he can hear, even with his enhanced hearing it's feint.

"Teasing? Insults? Mockery?" He gives her a condescending look.

She lets out a sound of amusement, her eyes travelling his face, "All I see is a man rubbing the fact that he's seen me naked in my face like the very type of man I've come to hate." She lets his shirt go roughly, "The very type of man you've turned to."

His smirk is wiped off his face as soon as the sentence leaves her mouth. 'How dare she insult me so? Calling me the very definition of the type of man I have made my sole purpose to steer my warriors away from becoming.'

She pushes him away and shoves past him, her shoulder hitting his bicep forcefully. Perseus's gaze doesn't leave her, his glare burning holes into the back of her head. He grinds his teeth and clenches his hands, he follows her without a second word.

Leaving the Warriors and Hunters to their own devices in the food tent.

She's walking to her tent with an angry stomp, Perseus's pace quickens to catch up to her, intending to put her into her place.

"What?" She barks at him, causing him to flinch, not expecting her voice to be so strained yet so resentful.

She doesn't give him the honour of looking at him, keeping her eyes fixed on the door of her tent.

"I just-" He hesitates.

"Just what?" She turns her head somewhat, he can see her looking at him in the corner of her upward slanted eyes.

Perseus says nothing, surprising himself. She was giving him a chance to put her in her place and he was saying nothing?

"Spit it out, Perseus. I've had quite enough of you so please will you just say it." She turns to him, her arms crossed, enhancing her breasts and her intimidating demeanor.

Perseus finds his gaze lingering over her cleavage, he meets her eyes, "I am not the type of man that I prevent my Warriors from becoming or the type of man you teach your Hunters to hate." He snarls.

Her jaw clenches.

"So you can go shove it up your ass." Perseus finishes with a grunt.

Artemis treads up to him, her feet crushing whatever got in their way. She leanes up and raises her chin, "If you disagree, maybe you should try not shoving the reality that I've fucked you in the past, back into my face like it's information to be thrown around for everyone to hear. My Hunters are to remain in the dark about our past as will your Warriors." She shoves her finger into his chest. "Is that understood?"

Perseus glances at her lips for a brief moment, but long enough for her to notice. She has a sharp intake in breath as he steps forward.

"Why? Embarrassed?" He takes another step, Artemis taking a step back in response. She feels the hard surface of her door touch her back. Perseus sets his hand beside her face and bends down, his nose skimming her cheek, "I remember a time when you loved to be reminded that I was all yours." He guides her hand under the hem of his shirt, her fingers touching his abdominal muscles.

Her short breaths brush against his ear, making him shiver. He can feel her heat enveloping his body, the need to press himself against her rose to his mind.

"That was a long time ago." She whispers, retracting her hand and pressing it onto the door behind her.

"Yes but-" Perseus shakes his head and brushes his fingers over the shy of her breast. "I know you don't want that statement to be true." He can hear the audible increase of her heartbeat, Thump-Thump, Thump-Thump, Thump-Thump.

She stares forward, her lips parting. Her eyelids drooping as she dips her head towards his neck, her hand slithering up his shirt.

Perseus can feel the material of his pants tightening, 'Do it, Artemis.' He clenches his teeth in anticipation, lust clouding his judgement, wanting only to feel her around him, feel himself inside her.

She glances up at his eyes, hurt crosses her elegant features for a split second. Perseus frowns, "What?"

"No you don't. You don't know me, not anymore." She pushes him away and opens her tent, disappearing behind the door in the space of 1 and a half seconds.

Perseus stands there dumbfounded for a few moments, he blinks away the clouds of desire in his eyes, racking his brain for any possible reason she would have found anything he'd done hurtful. He did everything right, he knew how to touch her, what to say, why would she push him away without so much as one piece of action?

'What are you doing?' He screams to himself. 'She's off limits, she took that vapid maiden vow years ago, let her go.'

He kicks the dirt at his feet angrily and makes his way to his tent.

Perseus wakes up with a start, he can sense something approaching, it's feint, still miles away, but he can feel it.

"Monsters?" He whispers to himself. The gut feeling disappears as fast as it appeared, like the intruders stepped out of range.

Perseus lays awake in his bed, harrowing over the thoughts he couldn't assemble, they were puzzle pieces that just wouldn't fit together. He couldn't possibly sleep now, it's not like an Olympian needed to anyhow, but rest was needed occasionally, even for an immortal.

He slips on a shirt before exiting his tent, it's way past the time his companions have gone to bed. Based on the silence of the night, it must have been after midnight, perhaps 1 or 2 am.

He basks in the feeling of his peaceful domain, the hunt was by far his favourite, even over a domain as powerful as time. It had that mixture of serenity and wild sense of no jurisdiction. The only downside, at this moment, was the reality of the moon watching over his every move. It's rays of light surrounding him and the forest around him.

He stared up at it, obstinate to stare it down even if impossible.

Then a silver gleam catches his eye, he bows his chin in the direction of the silver light. He is surprised to see Artemis sitting at a stray log around the ashen bonfire he could tell the Hunters and perhaps Warriors had shared.

Smoke still rose from the scorched wood, fading into the night sky.

Perseus ogles her, she was in her sphere, no one could possibly match the beauty she held within this moment. Her long hair glistened against the light of the moon she controlled, gleaming like the sharp metal of her silver daggers. She hadn't known he was there yet, her facial features were to relaxed and content. She closed her eyes while she relished her domain, her head inclined upwards to her moon.

The sun didn't do her justice, but the moon, the protector of the night, guiding lost souls to their refuge like a clairvoyant path, only touched on the sheer vision she was.

Seeing her like this, so serene and lovely, it made it harder for him to loathe her. All his body wanted to do was hold her close, but he couldn't, not after she'd betrayed him like she did.

However, his heart did win one argument, and against his better judgment he walked forward. His arm reaching toward her, his fingers touching her shoulder.

She basically jumped away from him, her face as shocked as he was to see her so skittish.

She stares at him a few moments before she gives him a questioning look.

"Before you say anything-" Perseus hold his hand up, his voice gentle, trying to show her he means no harm.

She nods her head once, allowing him to continue, albeit she did so reluctantly.

"I'm sorry-" Her eyes widen, "I do not know what possessed me to say such things to you earlier. Both times." Perseus bows his head, "Will you accept my deepest apologies?"

Artemis's brow knits, "You had a right." She murmurs before sitting down on the log once again.

Perseus shakes his head, "I don't have a right to bring to light an occurrence of the past that doesn't need to be thrown around like I was doing."

Artemis tilts her head a bit, "Are you saying you regret bringing it to light, or regret the past itself."

Perseus's head whips towards her so fast he feared his neck would snap, "I will never-" He narrows his eyes at her, appalled that she'd think such a thing, "Never, regret our time together. No matter what chaos it causes between us now."

A light gold stains her cheeks, she averts her eyes and rubs her arms, "I just thought because-"

"No." He touches her waist with his hand, bringing her to face him, "Don't ever see my feelings towards you as regret." He cocks his head, peering into her irises, "Understand?"

She bobs her head haltingly, transferring her attention to the stars.

"Look-" She points toward them, "The skies are clear tonight, the mortals have not yet polluted my domain to the point of the stars not being existent."

"The sphere is as beautiful as it's mistress." Perseus claims with a soft voice.

She glances at him, mulling over something in her head, like she was negotiating with herself to speak.

Her mouth opens to say something, but she freezes. Her eyes narrowing as she turns towards the shadows of the foliage, "They're here."

Hope you enjoyed! Next chapter almost ready! :)

Review

Lots of love

-Princess