It was only mid-January and Annabeth was already making plans for the other girls weddings. She had worked tirelessly to find the addresses of their friends and families. She was writing out the invitations for Aurora's wedding, which was scheduled for May, when a huge purple blaze ignited in the middle of the table. Khel happened to be passing buy as it happened and saw the blaze.

"Why is there a Messenger Blaze on the table?" The Dark Dragon asked.

The blaze cleared to reveal twenty decorative cards.

"Oh," Annabeth exclaimed, "it must be your family RSVP-ing for yours and Percy's wedding."

"My family!?" Khel shrieked, "This can't be happening!"

"Let's see," Annabeth shuffled through the cards, "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17 and 18. All of your sisters are coming. Oh, so is your dad."

"I guess that's not so bad."

"And your grandmother."

"NO," Khel moaned, slumping down on the table, "Not Grandma Guiafreid!"

"Who's Grandma Guiafreid?"

Annabeth and Khel turned to see Percy standing in the doorway.

"My half succubus grandmother," Khel grumbled, "She's the reason twelve of my sisters marriage's failed before they even began. She's a flirt and a cougar."

"This is the first time you've talked about your family," Percy stated, taking a seat at the table, "that actually reminds me. How old are you?"

"Uh," Khel's face turned beet red and she looked away, "I'm in my late teens in dragon years." She could feel Percy's gaze remain on her and knew it wouldn't leave until she gave a clear answer, "I'm two hundred and seven, Ok? It's nothing to brag about, in fact, it makes me feel like a child, especially since all of my sisters are in their 800's."

"If you're all that old, how old is your grandma?" Annabeth asked.

"3586 next Tuesday." Khel said plainly.

Percy was about to say something when another blaze appeared and a single new card arrived on the table.

"Please tell me you invited one of my cousins." Khel said as Annabeth picked up the card.

"Your mom RSVP'd!" Annabeth exclaimed excitedly.

Khel immediately looked like she had seen a ghost. Her hands shook furiously as she turned to face Percy, as if she were asking him to wake her from a nightmare. She then inhaled sharply and...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

...

The Gods were confused about the sudden summons, especially the minor gods. The last time Zeus called them all to Olympus, it was a fate of the universe event. For the first time in millennia, every god in the Greek Pantheon, both new and old, minor and major, stood in the council chamber.

"What's going on Zeus?" Styx asked what all the gods were wondering.

"Perseus," Zeus turned to Percy, who was currently holding Khel, who was breathing rapidly into a paper bag, steady with help from Artemis, "Tell them what the Dragon told us."

Percy faced the gods as their gaze fell on him.

"The Queen of the Dark Dragons is coming. None of us can do anything that would anger her. One of her elder daughters attempted to marry Loki, but he angered her, so she destroyed the entire Norse Pantheon in return. She also killed the animal gods of the Chinese Zodiac. The same fate awaits us if anyone does anything to get on her bad side. I mean no offense uncle, but the Queen of the Dark Dragons ranks higher than our king ever could, so we must treat her in the highest regard, or perhaps higher."

The gods considered Percy's words, wondering if they were true.

"He's right," Artemis stated, "When we first met, Khel broke my bones, had me fearing for my life. If a two hundred year old Dragon can do that, I shudder to think what a Dragon at ten times that age is capable of."

This was the first time Percy had actually heard her talking about that injury, she was taking this as seriously as he hoped the other gods would.

"I will discuss this subject with the other gods," Zeus informed Percy, "You and Artemis should return to your temple and prepare for the Dragon Queen's arrival."

...

The last week of January should have been nerve-wracking because of the final preparations for Percy and Annabeth's wedding, but Percy found himself shaking as he waited for Khel's family to arrive. But as nervous as Percy was, Khel, who stood beside him in her true form, was absolutely frightened. Her tail fidgeted like crazy and her skin, which was usually rose red in this form, was pale red. They waited on the twenty second floor balcony, which jutted out just enough to serve as a landing area for flyers, which made sense as the twenty second floor served as the pegasus stable.

The first of Khel's family arrived with a thud.

"Welcome, big sister," Khel greeted the dragon as she approached, "I am pleased to introduce you to my fiance, Perseus." she then turned to Percy, "Percy, this is my eldest sister, Troinae."

Troinae looked a lot Khel, though he imagined all of her sisters would. The only difference appeared to be that Troinae's hair was shorter and more uneven than Khel's. This implied that the shortness was involuntary. Percy had been in enough battles to recognize hair cut by a sword.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Percy greeted her.

"The pleasure's all mine," Troinae said before walking past the two to enter the temple.

One by one, Khel's sisters arrived and entered the temple. the only one Percy felt he needed to take note of was the youngest to arrive. She walked with a limp and had claw marks accross her face.

"A punishment," Khel whispered, "for attempting to marry someone as 'despicable' as Loki." Her sister reached them, "Raora, I hope you are well."

Raora glanced at Percy, then to her sister, "I hope you made a better choice than I did."

Percy felt bad for Khel's sister as she limped past them. But he didn't have time to dwell on it as Khel's grandmother arrived. Percy now saw that the half succubus comment wasn't an insult. Guiafreid looked in no way like a grandmother. Her beauty matched, perhaps even surpassed Aphrodite's. Guiafreid spotted Percy and smirked, prompting Khel to block him from sight with one of her wings.

"Not mine," Khel almost threatened her grandmother, "He's too important grandmother."

"You're no fun," Guiafreid pouted as she made her way inside.

Judging from who had already arrived, Percy guessed that next would be Khel's father, but those hopes were dashed when Khel gasped.

"Bow!" Khel hurriedly said, spreading her wings to their full length, pushing Percy down in case he wasn't fast enough.

All Percy heard was the wind whistle for an instant before the balcony cracked from the Dragon Queen's landing, sending a chill up Percy's spine. Khel said nothing until her mother's shadow loomed over them.

"Hello mother," Khel said, the fear in her voice showing that she knew her place, "I am greatly honored that you would grace us with your presence."

"Stand, Khelgrieve."

Khel flinched at the use of her full name.

"Stay down," she whispered before rising.

Khel dared not look her mother in the eyes, she knew herself to be unworthy of the honor.

"Tell me," Khel flinched again, "why have I not heard from you in over a century, only to be called here by a mere demigod?"

"I did not wish to doom another Pantheon over a simple mistake mother," Khel's voice showed that she was on the brink of tears, but she knew better than to cry, "I care too deeply for this one."

"So did Raora," The words forced Khel's head down, "so what makes the God of Harems any different from the Trickster God?" Khel remained silent, out of fear that her response would warrant punishment. The queen turned to Percy, who could feel her gaze burning in the back of his head, "Stand, god," Percy slowly rose, "Look me in the eyes," Khel gasped at that order, but Percy knew he had no other choice than to comply.

Percy looked up at the Queen's face and gasped, his widening in shock. Unlike her daughters, the Dark Dragon Queen's skin tone was Caucasian. She looked just like Khel in her human form, but rather than red eyes, like a flame, she had purple eyes, the color swirling like a cosmos of Dark Fire. It was intense and beautiful at the same time. Personally felt drained and rejuvenated all at once. He had never experienced anything like this before. The exact feeling of it was unexplainable.

"I am Doxiezhe, Queen of the Dark Dragons, Slayer of Gods, Destroyer of Asgard. Do you truly believe yourself to be worthy of marrying my daughter?"

"No," Her eyes sucked the words from Percy's mouth, "I am not worthy. I am nothing more than a minor god. I ascended only last month... but..."

"But?"

"But... she... chose..." Percy tried to close his eyes, using every ounce of his strength to tear himself from her gaze, "me... anyway!"

Percy finally turned himself away, only to drop to his knees, completely drained of his strength, panting. Khel gasped when she saw his weakened state.

"Chose you? Is this true?"

"Yes," Khel cried, keeping her eyes shut to keep the tears from coming out, "I love him mother! With all my heart!"

Percy felt the Queen's gaze leave him and risked a glace back. She loomed over Khel again.

"Look at me, Khelgrieve," Khel raised her head and, for the first time in her life, looked her mother in the eye, "Do you truly love him? Unconditionally? With every ounce of your person?"

"I cannot live without him mother," the tears flowed down her cheeks, but her voice had a newfound sense of bravery, "If you deem him unworthy of life, then you must kill me as well, or I shall take my own life. The guilt is yours either way."

The Queen stared at her daughter, almost considering her words. Doxiezhe placed her hands on Khel's shoulders and the young Dragon closed her eyes, accepting her fate, but it didn't come. Instead, she found herself in her mother's embrace.

"I always knew it would be you," Doxiezhe started to cry for the first time in Khel's life, "I always knew you would be the one to put your love over your loyalty to me. I'm so proud of you."

Khel was speechless, the most ruthless person she knew was acting like an actual mother. The thought of it caused new tears to form in Khel's eyes as she returned her mother's embrace.

"Mama," Was all Khel could say without sobbing.

Doxiezhe looked back to Percy and gave him a smile. A real, warm smile.

"Take good care of my daughter, will you?"

"Always."

...

When the girls returned from school for the wedding, Kira was surprised to meet her mother's side of the family. She gave her grandfather a disapproving look when she learned that he had arrived a day late. Despite being generally cold and unforgiving towards practically everyone, Doxiezhe seemed to warm up around Kira. As the only naturally Caucasian dragons, a passerby might have guessed that Kira was the Queen's daughter, rather than her granddaughter. Khel's sisters stared in disbelief at the sight of their mother getting invested in the stories behind their niece's school photos, as she had never gotten that invested in their lives.

Percy and Khel had retired to bed early that night. Though the wedding tomorrow was about his love for Annabeth, today he was all Khel's, and the rest of the girls understood why.

...

I had no idea I had this up my sleeve. Tell me what you think.