Artemis PoV

I awoke with a headache and a lacking memory of the night before.

Getting out of bed, I dressed in clean clothing and made my way to the living area. Perseus was in the kitchen, making what I assumed to be breakfast. "How are you feeling?"

"A bit sore. Why?" I asked.

"Last night, you spontaneously collapsed. Apollo healed you and provided me with instructions," he explained.

I felt myself become weak and sat down. "Perseus, could you please bring me a glass of nectar?"

The man brought a full glass and pitcher. "Just tell me if you need anything else, alright. "

Nodding, I began to sip my nectar.

Shortly after, he brought out breakfast and medicine.

After consuming the various medicines, I felt a pain in my gut and groaned.

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.

"Yes," I replied. "I'm fine. The medicine is just speeding my menstruation pattern."

"Oh," my servant commented. "Uh, is there anything I can do to help?"

"There's a brown box behind the stack of towels in the closet. Bring that to my bathroom and put it under the sink," I ordered.

Perseus nodded, going off to complete his task.

Upon his return a mere three minutes later, I had already finished my glass of nectar and half the pitcher.

He extended a hand, which I took, and led me to my bedroom. "Rest, my lady. Call me if you need anything."

I nodded, and Perseus helped me into my bed before leaving and closing the door.

Perhaps having him around wouldn't be all that bad.

Percy PoV

I cleaned up a little before showering and going to my bed.

I couldn't get my mistress out of my head.

Her scent, her attitude, her face. Even just that moment when she leaned on me, holding my hand for support to get to her room.

This was not going to end well.

I drifted off slowly, only half asleep when I heard a shriek from my mistress's room.

Getting up quickly, I bolted to her room with Riptide in hand.

It was dark, but I could identify a large, probably male figure on top of Artemis.

With a solid punch, the figure had been flung into the wall, where he all but passed out.

Artemis summoned Apollo, who took the figure, a minor god, away without question.

Closing my sword, I kneeled by her. "Are you alright?"

She nodded, sitting up. I saw the skin around her left eye was discolouring and became angry at the attacker.

I grabbed a glass of nectar from the kitchen and handed it to her.

Making a move to sit down next to her, I was not faced with resistance.

"Perseus," she whispered. "Why am I so weak?"

"Because," I started to explain. "Your hunters gave you so much strength, almost guaranteeing you would never fade. Without that extra strength, your body is learning to cope. It'll take some time, but you'll adjust to it."

"I'm weak," she stated. "It's pathetic. I cannot even defend myself against aggressive suitors."

"That's not true," I argued. "You're incredibly strong. You're just ill at the moment. Caught off guard."

"You seem tired," Artemis observed.

"It's fine," I replied. "I like talking with you."

"Go to sleep, Perseus," she ordered.

"If you need anything-" I started.

"Ask you," she cut me off. "I know, Perseus."

"Good night," I said.

"Good night," she replied as I got off the bed, heading to my room.

Artemis PoV

A knock on my door snapped me out of my still half-asleep daze that morning, accompanied by the smell of hot breakfast. Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I got up and made my way to the door.

"Yes?"

Perseus inhaled sharply and turned away. "I made breakfast."

Without saying anything else, he left.

I wondered what was driving him away and looked in the mirror.

I was wearing a rather short nightgown.

Laughing slightly, I changed into day clothes and met my servant in the dining room, where everything had been set.

"Good morning, Lady Artemis. How are you feeling?" He asked politely.

"I'm fine," I yawned. "A bit confused as to why you addressed me as lady."

Perseus shrugged. "Breakfast?"

We ate quietly, watching Olympian news and making discussion of it.

"It's disgusting," I spat. "He gets away with that sort of behaviour without even a second glance from the public, and not even five minutes are dedicated to warning others."

"You know," Perseus started. "As an Olympian, you may not be allowed to engage minor gods unless for self-defence, but such doesn't apply to me. If you were to give me an order, I would have to follow it, and commands like that would be expected from you."

He gave me that signature smirk from his time as a demigod.

"Perseus," I ordered. "Go hunt down that awful god and bring him to the jail."

"Yes ma'am," he replied, getting up, "I'll clean this up when I get back."

With him gone, I cleaned up quickly and relaxed on the couch.

Percy PoV

Locating the rampant god was quite easy, but the strength and power usage moderator on my ankle made it difficult to capture him.

"Hey, dickhead!" I yelled.

Not the best of plans, but I gained his attention.

Then I ran.

As I had hoped, the god chased after me.

As I had hoped would not occur, the god caught me before I reached the jail.

I remember getting ready to fight, then being flung into a wall, but not much after that.

Artemis PoV

Demeter had Iris-Messaged me to see how I was doing after having been assigned a male servant.

"How has Perseus been treating you?" The goddess asked.

"Well," I replied. "He acts more like a friend than a servant, and I like it."

"You're smiling," she pointed out. "Is he your guy?"

I felt a blush rise in my cheeks. "I have no idea what you're talking about. He's my assigned servant."

Our conversation was interrupted by his semi-conscious, heavily beaten form appearing in the living room.

Acting quickly, I moved Perseus to his bed and retrieved medical supplies.

Taking a quick look, I removed his shirt and cleaned his cuts.

He sighed when the nectar was poured over his wounds.

After came the bandages, and after that were orders for him to sleep.

Closing the door quietly, I thought over my schedule for the next couple of days.

There were no meetings for me to attend, and I had no other matters to deal with at the moment, so I decided to go hunting.

I left a note on the dining table and flashed to a forest in California with many monster nests.

Hunting was therapeutic, honestly. Nobody you need to talk to, no watcher you're trying to impress. Just follow the procedure.

Locate your target. A barbaric cyclops.

Nock your arrow. Firmly aligned.

Draw back your bowstring. The stretching sound almost gave away my location.

Aim. He was in my sights.

Fire. The arrow pierces his eye.

It was a simple procedure, easy to execute.

Locate, load, aim, fire, repeat.

New target every time, none living long enough to know they had even been in danger.

Of the more than fifty monsters I exterminated, less than half dropped an item. Of those, the majority were loincloths. A few drachmas, no more than five.

Didn't really matter, anyway. I was an Olympian. I could have anything I'd wanted.

Percy PoV

Sore was probably the best way to describe how I was feeling.

My bones ached, my muscles were stiff, and my skin stung.

On the dining table was a note from Artemis detailing the events that had lead up to the moment.

I had gone to capture the rapist that had been running around Olympus and succeeded in leading him to the jail, where guards took care of him.

The rapist had fought me on the way there, and my being of limited power against a full-blown god didn't stand much of a chance.

It became a bit fuzzy where Artemis had cared for me, but even the thought of her being with me sent shivers up my spine.

She had left to go hunting and was due back in a few hours.

I cleaned up what I could and took out a book of recipes to decide what to cook.

There was a variety of steaks, salads, pasta, and many other types of foods.

I landed on a fairly simple recipe that had been marked as my mistress's favourite.

Macaroni and cheese with ribs.

I started on the ribs first, thoroughly marinating and following the instructions.