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I must have drowned, Harley though, a bit dazed, I must have fallen into the water, been too dazed from the collision to gain my bearings, not make it to the surface in time, and died.

Because the woman in front of him could only have been an angel.

The girl even looked slightly like a ghost, though the only indication of her being a spirit of the undead was her pearly-white completion. She had long, raven black hair that was tied up in an elegant bun. Light makeup brought out her ocean-blue eyes and full lips, which seemed to attract Harley's eyes towards them like a magnet. She was draped in a knee-length white dress that made her look like she was wearing winter itself. On her head rested a diamond tiara.

The girl was giving Harley a look of deep concern, and as she gracefully dismounted her horse (the horse was a pure white stallion, contributing to the ghostly image the girl gave off) and reached a hand out towards him, presumably to help him up, all he could think of was girl girl girl girl girl.

"Um," Harley said, struggling to find his voice, "Hi."

Real smooth, Harley thought in his head.

"Hello," the girl replied back, a warm smile playing on her lips.

Her ruby red, full lips.

It took extra effort to pry his eyes away from them again.

"Are you alright? That was one nasty fall."

"No!" Harley said immediately, though he wasn't sure why, as his muscles did ache slightly, "I mean, yes! I mean, I'm fine! Just a bit dazed and disoriented but really I'm great... actually."

Harley's face suddenly felt very warm, and he had a sudden urge to escape into the water below him. He wouldn't be surprised if steam was coming out of his ears.

"Thank goodness," the girl said, and her smile showed that she really meant it. Harley finally took her hand, never breaking eye contact with the beautiful girl. She pulled him up with surprising strength. A long silence went on between the two.

"Oh!" The girl was the first to snap out of her stupor, breaking the silence between them, "Princess Cassidy of the Isles of Quebec." She curtsied before Harley.

Her name is Cassidy, Harley thought to himself giddily, What a beautiful name.

Harley returned Cassidy's kind gesture with a bow, catching on to her idea of introducing themselves. "Prince Harley of Olympus."

Cassidy's eyes flashed with recognition. "Prince?"

Harley started to nod his head sheepishly (he didn't want Cassidy to think of him as some stuck-up pampered prince), but before he could, Cassidy lowered her curtsy with a sudden urgent jerking motion as a sign of deeper respect for Harley. "Your Majesty!"

"Oh, there is no need for such formaliti-WOAH!"

Cassidy's horse must have picked up on how much of an important person Harley was, as she followed her master's suit and bowed her head low to the ground. However, it didn't seem to realize the consequences until too late, as the boat teetered dangerously backwards and brought the prince and princess tumbling on top of each other.

"Ow," Harley said lamely.

Cassidy looked about to apologize (Harley admired how polite she was), though she was interrupted once again as her horse attempted to right her mistake by bringing her hoof down and righting the boat, though that brought the two teens tumbling in the other direction, this time with Harley on top of Cassidy.

"Snowflake," she scolded her horse, an angry expression hardening her soft features, "I'm so sorry about her, she isn't normally like this!"

"Oh, don't worry about it!" Harley said, trying not to blush as he untangled himself from Cassidy and pulled her to her feet, "She looks like a very well trained horse! Did you raise her yourself?"

"Yes, I did," Cassidy said, a small amount of pride lacing her words. Her hard features softened as she stroked her horse's mane.

"Well, you did a very good job."

Cassidy blushed slightly at the complement, and Harley couldn't help but think about how beautiful the rosy color looked on her.

Then again, any color would look beautiful on her...

He was once again interrupted from Dreamland with her beautiful voice.

"I want to formally apologize for knocking over the Prince of Olympus with my horse, and... well..." She gestured to the boat they were standing in, as if it had been plotting the whole event all along.

"I told you, don't worry about it!" Harley said, giving her his most genuine smile as he stepped out of the boat, "I have never been much for formalities myself. If you had knocked over my older brother it would have been a bit ugly but-" He was caught short when he came face to face with Snowball. He gave the horse a little scratch behind the ears (Snowball responded with a contented whinny) before continuing.

"But, its okay, since it's just me."

"Just you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, "What do you mean, just you? It's almost like you're saying you're not much."

The words left Harley before he could stop them.

"Not as much as you."

Cassidy appeared as shocked at Harley.

"Wait, what?" Harley said, a faint blush tinting his cheeks.

Cassidy let out a giggle, her face slowly turning the color of a tomato. Harley suddenly had a strong craving for the vegetable.

Or is it a fruit?

The two stared into each other's eyes, the brown clashing the blue. For that small moment, Harley could forget all about his solitude, his loneliness, and Leo. In that small moment, everything was perfect.

It took Harley a full ten seconds to hear the bells.

"The bells," Harley said, his eyes wide as he was brought back to Earth from his fantasy, "The Coronation! I'm sorry! I gotta-" Harley almost tripped on the stairs leading away from the dock, "Woah! I gotta go, I really need to go! Um, bye!"

And with that, Harley ran as fast as his legs could carry him, too panicked to hear the splash that came behind him, for Cassidy's horse had attempted to wave goodbye with the hoof that had been holding the rowboat, which finally decided to capsize and and drop her startled master into the water below.

However, Cassidy couldn't care less about anything else but the handsome prince disappearing into the distance.


It's almost over. It's almost over.

These words Leo had repeated in his head for about ten minutes.

However, they were not fulfilling their intended purpose at all. Leo's nerves remained as tense as ever, and sweat continued to build up at a rapid pace on Leo's forehead. His hands shook violently, as if knowing that they would have to give up their only protection all too soon.

The fateful moment seemed to take an eternity to arrive, though it still seemed all too soon when the chorus of voices above Leo came to a halt and the scepter and Box of Destiny were presented before Leo in a velvet cushion by Grover, who had changed out of his regular gardening outfit to a more formal forest-green tux. Leo tried to control his breathing as he reached for the two objects.

He distantly heard Grover subtly clear his throat over the beating of his own heart.

"Your Majesty," he said softly, so that only Leo could hear, "Your gloves?"

Leo inwardly cringed. He had hoped he would be able to get away with the ceremony with them on. He should have known that Grover's beady eyes would pick up on his trick. Giving Grover a stiff nod, he tenderly pulled the fabric off of his fingers.

He immediately felt the difference. The temperature in the room seemed to increase instantaneously. The sweat on Leo's forehead tripled, though he was still not letting it fall. With trembling hands, he held the two objects as if they were coated in poison and turned towards the people, who were rising to their feet at that very moment. Leo took a deep breath.

Let the ten seconds begin.

"Let us now send a prayer to the gods that our rightful ruler shall be blessed with-"

Leo tuned it out, struggling to control the heat that was burning inside him at that very moment.

Eight seconds.

Leo chanced a glance at the two objects in his hands. Sure enough, they were melting at that very moment. He looked away quickly, as if looking at them would speed up the process.

Five seconds.

He looked at his brother, who had his gaze bowed down as he prayed. However, Leo noticed that he sneaked a glance every few seconds towards a girl in a snow-white dress. And... was that girl wet?

Three... two...

"King Leo of-"

Before Grover could even finish his sentence, Leo returned the objects and slipped the gloves back on, letting out the breath he forgot he had been holding.

"-of Olympus!"

The rest of the attendance chorused "King Leo of Olympus!" in Grover's stead, followed by cheers and applause. For the first time that day, Leo smiled a real smile.

It was over.

People were already taking their leave, chatting excitedly to themselves as they made their way to the ballroom. Now that Leo's kingship was official, it was time to celebrate.

Let the party commence.

ITS PARTY TIME!

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