Addressing Octeyna and the are Octavian and Luke related theory. Enjoy this new chapter!


Neither could sleep on the plane. Not from nervousness that they'd be blown out of the sky, that quickly passed, but Octavian was worried about seeing his parents again, and Luke was worried that he would make those horrible people suffer for what they'd done to his little brother.

To take their minds off of it he had to keep talking. Even when Octavian slammed his head against the seat in front of him and groaned tiredly, Luke kept talking desperate for something to keep them sane.

"Hey what does SPQR stand for anyway?" He thought up on a whim as Octavian rocked back in forth in his seat.

The answer came in a tiny, tiny voice that Luke barely made out.

"super perfect queen reyna." Luke squinted at Octavian trying to process what he'd heard, trying to fathom it.

"What was that?"

"Senatus Populusque Romanus." He responded.

"No that's not what you said."

"That's what it means."

"Yeah but-"

"It stands for the senate and the people of Rome. And I'm not either of those any more."

"Which is fine, we'll get through it, but that's not what you said. You mentioned a person in particular. Not some catchy slogan on a nice purple shirt."

"Okay! I said Super Perfect Queen Reyna." Luke cracked a smile.

"You like a girl! You have a Thalia!" Luke had a proud, yet almost sad grin streched across his face.

"No! Well, I mean sort of but I don't like her as a crush, I like her as a person. Like, a person I admire, not like... Not like a relationship. She was a great Praetor and was never horrible to me. It was great. The only person who was half decent to me. So yeah, when that phrase got spread around camp as an alternate definition of SPQR I totally went for it. I'd never say it to anyone, they'd mock me, but I stored it up in my head."

"So you didn't have a Thalia. At least you had a friend. I'm glad little bro. Try to get some rest and I will too. We both need it."

"Yep. Things get harder from here." Octavian sighed, before pulling his legs up to his chest and reclining slightly in hope he'd get some rest. Luke closed his eyes and tried not to think of all the things he'd do to Octavian's parents if he got the chance. But it was hard. They needed to pay.


"Did we have three sons? He looks..." The woman at the door said.

"Like a Castellan. May's boy? Perhaps?" The man who shared only his eyes and frame with Octavian said. The two blonds at the door step blinked.

"What do you mean three sons? I have a brother?" Octavian nearly shouted.

"How do you know my mom?" Luke said just as harshly.

"Well. I suppose they have to come inside now." The woman said with an eye roll.

"Fine. Please, come in. You won't be staying long."

"No. We won't. Long enough for answers and then I'll be out of your life for good!" They were led into a prim little sitting room with the salmon curtains pulled shut, keeping out any semblance of sunlight and tainting the environment, making everything seem the specific shade of ominous they'd expected. It was just as Octavian remembered it, though he hadn't been allowed in this room very much. And whenever he'd gone in something usually got thrown at him.

"You may sit." Victoria Alexander said with barely a glance at the two. They both sat hesitantly on a fancy antique love seat.

"Stand!" She barked, then, when they stood, issued an order to a standing servant who hurried away and came back with rags which she spread over the love seat before nodding at Victoria and then the two guests. Octavian, remembering her somehow from 16 years ago, a nice, once young, woman named Lindsey, gave her a small smile.

"You two are filthy. And Lindsey, back to work."

"Yes ma'm." Steve sat down in a nice chair that matched the pink love seat, and Victoria sat down on the foot rest for that chair, too bored already with this conference to pull up an actual seat, not even interested enough to get one of their servants to do it for her. Octavian wrung his hands and looked at Luke, as if to say, "Where should we start?" Luke shrugged. They'd planned on confronting them, yelling, getting mad, telling them off, and now more questions littered their minds than angry insults. Had they not been ordered to leave Ash outside Octavian would have fingered the mutt's fur in an effort to delay.

"Look I don't have all day ask your questions or leave." Victoria commanded. She wasn't even looking at them, she'd already begun typing up an outline for an email she planned on sending later. She was a busy woman. Octavian cringed, cringing all the more when he saw his father studying him, looking for any sign of emotion to set him off. That's what his parents did, set him on edge and make him squirm until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Tell me about my brother." He finally said in a squeaky mouse voice. Luke nodded, like, good choice, curious as well though his own questions plagued him.

"I'll do you one better." Victoria stood and in her bored voice yelled upstairs,

"CAESER!" A lanky teen, about thirteen or fourteen appeared at the top of the stairs practically falling down them, but falling gracefully.

"Mom I go by Alexander now-" The kid started to say, then stopped when he saw guests on the love seat. No one was ever allowed to sit on the love seat, whether or not it was carefully covered in rags.

"Oh! Guests. Hello!" His face adopted a grin, either out of true excitement, or fear his father would see anything other than pure happiness and get upset.

"Caeser this is your brother Octavian, the uglier, scrawnier one on the right. I don't know nor care about the other boy, but they showed up on our doorstep and we were courteous enough to let them inside our house." Octavian gaped. Ugly? Your own son Victoria? Guess I'm too much of a freak then, alright. He thought tiredly, his parents tended to be exhausting, but he tried not to let that thought get the best of him, his father still hadn't reacted much. Actually, now his father was studying Luke. And Luke was staring right back, unafraid. After May Castellan, could Luke even be afraid?

"Nice to meet you Octavian." Caeser said, bounding over and reaching out a hand to shake, then leaning in and whispering, "don't listen to mom, i know how they are. it is nice to meet you though." Octavian shook his brother's hand and patted the sofa beside him but Caeser shook his head and Octavian got it. He wasn't really allowed in the sitting room either. Caeser stood timidly, trying to keep up his smile to keep himself safe.

"Nice to meet you too Caeser. "Octavian murmured.

"You're what, 14?"

"Yes!" Caeser beamed.

"So I had a brother, no you had a son, an entire human person, two years after you sent me away- hoping this one wouldn't be a freak! And-and you didn't think to tell me?! You may not want me as a son but I have the right to know who's in my family. "

"The mistake there is that you think you're part of our family. " Victoria said bitingly. Octavian snarled. Luke patted his little brother's leg but kept his eyes trained on Steve.

"Oh I know that I'm not your family. That doesn't mean Caeser isn't mine, " He nearly shouted. His dad grabbed a lamp threateningly but Luke whipped out his sword.

"You can't hurt me demigod, I'm mortal, like your mother. " Steve growled, ripping the lamp out of its socket. Both Alexander brothers flinched, knowing what was coming.

"You don't know me, or her. What I'm capable of. I can hurt you, this little weapon is named Backbiter and it can bring you a world of hurt if you even think about hurting my family."

"Perhaps you have something up your sleeve. And perhaps you think of my freak son as a brother. But if you hurt me you're hurting someone else's brother. May's." He looked and saw the worst thing. He saw his mother in this man's eyes. His hand trembled.

"You're crazy, like her. But willingly insane. Did the gods do this to you, or did you choose to be this sadistic?"

"I'm not May's kind of insane. "

"So by choice. You know I can, I could, forgive her. But no one should ever forgive you. "Luke snapped.

"He's not so bad. " Victoria muttered, glancing up from her phone.

"Oh you wouldn't know you don't show emotions! People who do understand. " Octavian hissed, with Caeser cheering silently.

"I'll have to ask you boys to leave. Steve so help me set down the lamp I know of that boy's weapon." The pale pink lamp with rose designs shattered on the ground. Both Alexander brothers flinched again.

Octavian turned toward Caeser.

"Caeser, come with us. He can't hurt you if you do. Come on."

He held his hand out to him. Caeser took a step.

"Oh no. My son is not going to become a hobo with you freaks!" Victoria never raised her voice but now she did. Caeser turned to look her in the eye.

"The mistake there is that you think you're part of my family." Caeser replied, and they moved to leave.

"Oh, and my brother isn't a freak." Luke and Caeser said at nearly the same time.