During a dress rehearsal the day before the Gala, Percy fell asleep. Apollo was scolding Thalia regarding the way she was walking during hers and Zeus's entrance. The last thing he heard before leaning against his father's throne and closing his eyes was something along the lines of "Less strut, more fancy".

Selene blushed when Thalia commented about her strutting being involuntary because she was frozen solid a couple weeks back and only recently thawed. Selene had apologized repeatedly for freezing her, despite Thalia saying that no apology was necessary because it was her own fault for not heeding Percy's warning about Selene being a sore loser. Clarisse was not so forgiving of the incident, as she glared at Selene whenever they were in the same room, which was very frequently because of the dress rehearsals in the past week.

Artemis was pacing, irritated with how long the rehearsal was taking. She noticed Annabeth taking a picture and looked in the direction the camera was facing. Percy's face was pressed against Poseidon's throne, a string of drool escaping from his open mouth. He let out a snort as his body shifted, causing him to slide forward. With a thud, he hit the floor, getting everyone's attention. When he started snoring, everyone went back to what they were doing. Artemis stared at the sleeping boy across the room from her. Poseidon gave her a quick shove.

"Go on," he said quietly enough so that only she heard, "you have my blessing to do as you please with my son."

"I wasn't planning on-" she began, a blush forming on her face, "that is... Even if I was, I don't need your blessing, uncle."

"It's been a long time since you called me "uncle" to my face," Poseidon commented.

"W- well... Times are changing. I... admit that I have feelings for Percy... b- but I don't know how to act on them, or if I even want to."

"Sometimes you just have to do what you feel is right and not think about it," he gave her another shove, "go on."

Artemis took a deep breath and made up her mind. With her heart pounding like crazy, she made her way to Percy.

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Percy woke up in his room at his father's temple at sunset. He looked around.

"I must've fallen asleep at the dress rehearsal," he said to himself, "dad probably brought me back here."

Percy yawned and stretched. His stomach growled as a shark swam by the part of his room that was connected to his father's aquarium. He put his hand on a lumpy mass on his bed and pulled it away with lightning speed when the mass moved. He stared at it for a few moments before pulling his blanket off of it, revealing Artemis sleeping in her teen form, naked. Memories of winter flooded into Percy's mind as he tossed the blanket back over her and ran out of his room, closing the door behind him. He rubbed the drowsiness out of his face as he entered the dining room.

Poseidon sat at the head of the table with Anita sitting in the first chair to his right and the first chair to his left was unoccupied, as it was Percy's. Sitting in the chair next to Percy's was Selene, then her uncles, Tyson and Triton. At the end of the table closest to the door was the queen who ruled the see alongside Poseidon, whose name escaped Percy due to his lingering drowsiness. Beside Anita was a woman who looked like an older version of her, likely her mother. Beside her was a man with pitch black hair that was slicked back. His clothes were nice, but covered by his black cape.

"Good evening son," Poseidon said as Percy sat down, "I would like to introduce you to your sister's mother, Clarabelle."

"Nice to meet you," Percy said to Anita's mom.

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well," she nodded, her voice soft like silk, with the slightest hint of an accent.

"And this," Poseidon gestured to the man beside Clarabelle, "is Anita's great grandfather, Count Dracula."

"I'm honored to meet a legend like yourself sir," Percy said, bowing his head to Dracula.

"I hear that you are quite the legend yourself, young man," Dracula said, his voice had a thick accent, "I trust you are taking care of your sister?"

"She can take care of herself. Besides, I'm pretty concerned with my daughters," he looked at Selene, who smiled back at him, "I'm sure you can understand that."

"Indeed I can. So tell me, how many wives do you have?"

"Grandfather!" Anita and Clarabelle exclaimed simultaneously as the doors burst open.

Kira flew into the dining room, landing happily on her father's head while Khel walked in with Artemis, who clearly just woke up, as her hair was a mess. Khel sat beside Dracula, giving him a strange look before calling Kira over with a whistle. Kira ignored her, snuggling up to her father. Artemis lifted Selene out of her chair and set her on her lap when she sat down.

"You must be Artemis," Dracula said, "it is a pleasure to meet you."

"Listen you bloodsucking bisexual," Artemis snapped at Dracula, grabbing Percy, "he's mine. You're never getting him. I'd sooner let him have an incestuous relationship with Anita than let you anywhere near him. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal. But I assure you I have no intention of taking him from you."

"So you say."

"Uh... Dad?" Percy looked to Poseidon, "What's going on?"

"I forgot to mention that Dracula and Artemis have been rivals since Olympus was in central Europe," Poseidon explained, "I was hoping that they could put their differences aside for just one night so we could have a nice family dinner. Apparently that's too much to ask for."

"Speaking of dinner," Triton spoke up, "can we start now?"

"Yes, of course," Poseidon said as a feast appeared on the table, "let's eat."

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The next day, Percy stood outside the council room with the gods and other representatives. He wore a dark blue tuxedo with a black tie. He had tried to make his hair look nice, but had no luck. He looked over and saw Artemis adjusting Selene's silver dress.

Clarisse very loudly fussed with her dress, making snide comments about how it's "too girly" for a daughter of Ares to wear.

Percy's jaw dropped at the sight of Annabeth. He didn't know how or why, but she looked drop dead gorgeous in her grey dress.

"Hey," Apollo put his hand on Percy's shoulder, making him jump, "you ready?"

"About as ready as I'll ever be," Percy said.

"Good, because it's almost time."

"OK," Percy sighed as Apollo walked away to check on everyone else, "here we go."

The Gala is next, tell me what you thought about this.