A/N: Overall this is the shortest chapter I've written. However, it is shorter because it gives the information I wanted it to without dragging itself for no reason other than to do it.

To clear up any confusions of the timeline, we are roughly in the year 192 B.C. Most of the Roman demigods and Percy arrived in this world in 207 B.C. So at this point, Percy, Annabeth, and Reyna are in their mid-thirties, with the other characters decreasing, until the Hunters at their stasis age and Zoë being roughly twelve years old.

I know I provide author's notes at a slower rate, but I wanted to establish timelines again to decrease any potential confusion.

To the guest reviewer that pleaded for Reyna to not be killed, the story is the story. That is all I will say.

Thebes

Percy looked at the oligarchs of Thebes. The men were wearing their traditional chitons. In contrast Percy was wearing his armor. Anaklusmos was in xiphos form hanging from his left hip. A dagger hung from his right. Demosthenes stood on his left and Annabeth to his right. She looked dangerously like her mother, with a chiton covered in a fitted cuirass of bronze and a Corinthian style helmet under her arm. A sword built to the exacting detail of an architects draft of the drakon bone sword from Tartarus hung from her hip. Her gray eyes studied the oligarchs. She had just explained the futility in their commitment of neutrality. Her logic was without parallel. Their reaction was different.

"The great king of Greece allows his woman to speak for him?" Asked a man either more brave or more foolish than the others. "A woman speaks to her betters instead a king. Why do you insult us?"

Everyone felt the tremor radiate from the king of Greece. "And now, you insult me." Flames of sea greens danced in his eyes. "My wife is the daughter of Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war. She is the best speaker and strategist I know and what she told you was full of logic and reason. In response, you insult her because she can birth children instead of," his eyes focused on the man who had spoken and his obscenely large stomach, "having a dick that disappeared under a stomach years ago." Venom had entered his voice. "She spoke in logic and reason, I will speak otherwise. Here are your choices. Do nothing and hope Rome accepts that. Side with Rome and hope that Greece and more importantly, I, forgive you. Or side with me, now I will admit, you are north and in Boeotia and it will be difficult to guarantee the safety of your city. Here are the results of those choices.

"The first, Rome won't accept it. The army will be slaughtered and the city besieged and hundreds of your girls become Roman whores. The second option, well after I defeat any Roman foolish enough to enter Attica, my wrath will turn to you. My father is God of the Seas, the Earthshaker, how does that sound to a city built of stone and reliant on the seas for trade? Third, you may lose your city I will admit, but your people will live on. Attica will let you in, Euboea will take you. But your people will live on."

He glared at them. "Or there's a fourth option." Percy looked at the Theban soldiers around the room and smiled savagely. "You order these poor fucks to attack me. They'll follow orders. You will have ordered them to fucking die and then you will follow them to the boat man." Annabeth forced her face to stay emotionless. Percy's scared even her. She had seen his growth as a leader and clearly a strategist of some sort, yet he still called her the best. What he had just said was neither strategy nor leadership. It was power, it was being completely certain that no one in Greece could oppose him.

And not the him that is Greece as king, HIM-HIM, a son of the Big Three without a peer in Greece. This is the son of Poseidon that everyone feared, the son Poseidon they now love, because they know him. He has all the power of Greece and Poseidon and he only ever uses it to protect Greeks, his people. Her mind moved from the big picture to a smaller one, one that held three faces, hers, Percy, and Zoë. The family I wanted, even if I wasn't able to… No, that is the past. I have my husband and my daughter. She looked to the oligarchs of Thebes and saw the defeat in their faces, meanwhile the soldiers had a look of purpose. And Percy has Thebes.

Gaul

"Michael, I'll rely on you a lot without Reyna here. She was my right hand."

"I serve at the convenience of Rome," Michael replied, "When we're fighting barbarians, you are Rome."

Jason studied him and Michael could have sworn that he saw a flash of gold in his eyes. Reyna left me to continue her work. Finding who controls you and that flash of gold only supports our theory. Jason's face recovered and he pointed to the map in front of him. "The last Gallic hold out is here. We have to seize it and our duty to Rome will be complete."

Michael pressed his hand to his chest and extended his arm. "Of course, consul."

Athens

"You highness," Zoë turned to look at the clean shaven warrior caught somewhere between a boy and man. Her father had told her that Spartans began training at an earlier age than most in the art of war. But the scarring upon Brasidas was more than she had expected. He had light brown hair and deep set hazel eyes. Even at just fourteen years old he seemed more muscular than most of the boys she had known in Athens.

"Yes?"

He cast a nervous look around the training area. "Could I train with you? There are not many soldiers that want to spar with a boy, even if I am Spartan." He held a dory in his hand. It was shorter than most hoplite spears and more like Thalia's she thought. Easier to use in a variety of ways in combat. Not just thrust or throw. His shield leaned against his leg, unlike the richly adorned shields of the Athenians or island hoplites it was simple bronze with a large red lambda upon it.

"Someone new is a better challenge." Zoë said simply. She was not a fan of spears, but unlike her father she preferred a kopis and shield. Her mother had slowly began to teach her the art of the dagger, but the enemy being that close worried her parents and they preferred she train with the bow even if she did not. "Why are you nervous?" Zoë had began the subtle changes into womanhood, but the bluntness of a child reared its head more often than not.

"You're the princess. What if I hurt you?" She smirked at him.

"If you knew me, you would not ask that." She laughed at the blank expression on Brasidas' face. She walked to a rack and removed training weapons and a shield for herself. "First to yield?" He nodded and she witnessed a change come across him. No longer was he a nervous boy asking the princess to fight, now he was Spartan trained to fight since he was eight.

He settled into a crouch and looked at her over the rim of the shield. Zoë held her sword and shield to her side in a apparent manner of uncaring. She was disappointed when he did not fall for the trick. He side stepped to match her pacing in front of him. With out warning she lunged sideways. He shield bashed against his but as she attempted to bring the training sword across the top of the shields, his spear swept the ground and she had to jump back to avoid being tripped. He fights like Thalia. Even as she regained balance he thrust forward with the spear while sliding to his left as she attempted to close the distance and negate the spear's advantage in reach. He used the step to pivot his left foot and spin. Zoë lunged.

The shaft of the spear whipped across her shoulders and threw her forward into the sand as he used his spin as a pendulum to swing the spear powerfully. She grunted in pain but even as he stepped forward in an attempt to check on her potential injuries she kicked out and felt her foot satisfyingly connect with him. She was smiling as she rose.

The scream ended her smile. Quickly she spun. Brasidas' knee seemed bent to the side. The lower leg was at an angle to the upper, to the side. Around them warriors turned to the pair.

"Oh shit, oh shit," Zoë muttered as she dropped her shield and sword. She dropped to her knees next him. "Gods I'm sorry, I'm sorry." His teeth were ground and raging breaths were ripping through his nose.

"It is alright, your highness."

"Bull fucking shit it is." Zoë turned to see Thalia walking up to them. Zoë looked at her, then turned her face to the sand. Thalia was now just three years older than her, but the anger on Thalia's face was almost as hurtful as when disappointment hung on her parents' faces. "It's training, Zoë. Just because you were pissed he knocked you to the ground does not give you the right to nearly cripple him." She turned to the hunters she had been practicing archery with. "Help me, we need to get him to a healer." They obeyed the lieutenant even if the hunt they knew had not existed since their arrival.

Zoë watched them carry the injured Spartan away and kicked at the weapons on the ground before dutifully picking them up and placing them on their racks. Thalia returned to her. Zoë would not meet her eyes.

"So was it because he bested you? Or because it was him?"

"What?" hissed Zoë.

"You're old enough to notice boys. Is that what bothered you? That the cute Spartan beat you in a spar?" Zoë did not answer but Thalia detected the slight change in color in her cheeks. Fuck me, you're going to be beautiful too. Percy's going to lose his damn mind.

As Zoë walked away she thought about the Kelp Head. He had earned the respect of Zoë Nightshade and Phoebe. Nightshade had probably held that respect since the rescue of Artemis. Phoebe's took longer to occur, but probably happened faster. Once her once dead friend had decided to call Percy king as was his title, she acquiesced. Hunter and Naomi had taken longer, but his thinly veiled threat had made them realize it was his wont to give them orders. Not as man, because he would never take that as a right to order others about, but as a king who was doing them a great service in all honesty. The knowledge that they were under his protection was enough to prevent any of the unwanted advances of men.

Thalia would admit that she had never shared as drastically negative a view of men as many of her sisters. But Percy had always been an exception. For all he infuriated her, he also cared for her like few in her life had. He was different now, who the hell wouldn't be, she thought. She wanted to say he was not a destined hero here, but whenever had he not been? She had heard stories of him before Zoë came to him, before Annabeth. King Perseus had been brutal when he needed to be. But underneath the exterior necessary to run a kingdom he was still just Percy. His face lit up at the sight of Annabeth. His demeanor changed at the appearance of his daughter. While he might order hunters around, he did so because he knew they could handle commands as long as they were given with respect. What she worried about now was what they would do when Artemis came to collect them.

We have become part of his family. He and Annabeth keep aging and now we are nearly the same age as their daughter. He treats us like daughters when he knows we need it. He listens and he helps us. For most of us, he's the father we never had. The only male that ever cared for the others beyond the idea of fucking them.

Rome

The news that Praetor Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, hero of Gaul, vanquisher of the Teutons was enroute to Rome to recover from injuries sustained in battle spread across the city like wild fire. She was gifted a villa of her own with a dozen slaves before even arriving. Scores of well-to-do Romans nearly suffocated her on her way to the villa. She had drunk much wine by the time she entered. The slaves helped her bathe considering she was not able to completely wash herself with her injuries. Eventually she managed to stumble into her bedroom with a robe like garment wrapped around her. She just wanted to sleep. Reyna lowered herself to the bed with a satisfied groan.

"About time you get here, now let's talk about Jason." She started with the voice's appearance. A pale young man with dark hair and eyes leaned forward from a bench in the dark corner of the room.

"I should have known he'd send you, Nico." He smirked.

"I like to work from the shadows."

"Who all is here?"

"Myself, two hunters of Artemis old enough to have experienced the first Empire, three persons of ill repute that have a moral flexibility not present from the hunters and I."

"He sent whores?"

"Yeah. They have their marks. One of the more vocal senators with a low opinion of Greece. The auger Octavian and, unfortunately, Jason's wife. I found information in his house hidden and we need regular access."

"That's awful, Nico. Well there's no guarantee that she's not involved so it is what it is."

"What have you found?"

"You've been traveling all day. I'll find you in the morning and we'll fill you in." He leaned back into the shadows and was gone.