Author's Note: I gotta thank you guys for loving this story! I'm so gonna finish this for you, I promise! Though, there are some things that you asked in the reviews, here are the answers.

~ I should change Dark!Apollo to just Apollo(did I get that right?). Like I said, my version of Apollo is NOT the Rick Riordan kind. He will be EVIL! Just kidding, but he won't be very nice.

~Has Percy been trained? No, but they're kinda helping her control her powers. Again, they can't tell the other gods about her existence, so nobody could train her since none of them has ice powers.

~How are they gonna be married? Simple, they're gonna turn Percy into a goddess, and then a wedding! Though, it will be more complicated than that, and besides, her curse kinda makes her no longer a human.

~I'm marrying Percy off to Apollo? Uh, sure?

~When will Percy know she's marrying Apollo? :)

Also, someone said they like it better when I write it in third person POV. Well, I feel easier writing in first person POV, but, I'll change it back if you guys want to. Here, I'm writing this chapter in first person, and I'll try my best. If you still think it's better in third person POV, then okay.

There's some questions that I did not understand: Howard of t'en do you publish? What's that?

Okay, on with the story:))

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson.

Introduction

I've never been with a lot of boys in my life, since being a princess means my life is closely guarded, namely by my father. I admit, I'm not the girly kind of girl who gushes over boys anyway. But sometimes, I wonder what it's like to be loved by someone, who isn't a relative of any kind, or a dear friend. I wonder what it's like spending all day thinking about someone, what it's like to be kissed...

And all I'm thinking is whatthehellwhatthehellwhatthehell...

I felt my cheeks burning, and I couldn't find my hands. All I know is that I can't see anything and my mind is all ghvsahfbsdhfbhshgxdf. His hands were placed behind me, holding me firmly, and I finally regained my arms and managed to raise it and push him off against me. Him being the incredibly handsome guy kissing me.

Wait, did I just said that?

"Pervert!" I yelled. It was the second thing that came to my mind, the first being slapping him right across the face.

"Ouch!" He said, his perfect composure turning into a look of confusion. Holding his swollen cheek, he looked at me and gave me a look like seriously?

I ignored him, gathered up my dress, and gave him a hmmpff! before turning around, leaving him with a blank stare as if he's generally confused that I dissed him. Guy must not be used to rejection, I thought.

As soon as I was out of sight, I turned and headed towards the back door. I ignored the few stares of almost all of the guests and continued walking. I felt so embarrassed, yet proud of myself too. He was the first boy to...show interest in me, and I had the courage to dump him. I'm pretty sure normal girls would melt at the sight of him.

I walked past dad and mum, who stopped dancing because of the commotion. Dad immediately walked over and grabbed my hands, Amphitrite following him.

"Are you alright?" He asked worriedly. "Did someone-" his tone started to become threatening that I had to cut him off.

"It's fine dad." I said quickly. I let go of his hands and gathered up my dress again so I wouldn't trip as I walk. "I just wanted to get some fresh air." I flashed him a huge smile to show I was okay, and he seemed convinced.

"Fine, but remember-" he started saying.

"Yes, yes, sheesh dad. I'm fine." I quickly said, waving off some guests who had started to come near us. I started to walk again towards the back door. "See you later, and I promise I'm fine." I said to them. Dad nodded, with Amphitrite smiling at me, waving and saying, "Don't forget to have fun!" she yelled. I grinned and turned around, smiling and waving at some guests. I figured if I showed them I was fine they won't come near me.

I was close to the door when I saw Triton looking at me. He was still holding a girl by the waist, but he looked ready to get to my aid. I shook my head and gave him a two thumbs-up sign, indicating I was fine. He slowly nodded, and continued dancing with his girl. I opened the door and headed out.

As soon as I was outside, I let out a huge sigh. With all those drama, I really needed to breathe. I blinked and looked up.

The palace is an amazing structure. I may be trapped in it, but it is a beautiful cage. The courtyards were decorated with pillars of silver, fountains spewing glittering water flanked almost every corner, and statues of greek deities were lined up beside the pathways.

But my favorite part were the gardens.

I walked across the fountain made of pearls and angels, towards the huge coral bed. The corals blocks the view of my secret garden. Thankfully, I'm the daughter of a sea god, and they bend out-of-the-way as I pass. Once inside, I really needed to sigh again.

The garden was so huge, it could go on forever. Flowers, trees, and bushes that could only be found under the ocean bloom everywhere. I swear, Amphitrite must use magic seeds for them to grow like that. It was two-times more beautiful tonight, as the moonlight made the gems of the plants sparkle. In the middle of it was a huge gazebo, with pillars of limestone and diamond benches. I walked along the silver path and made my way to it. I stepped inside and sat at one of the seats, letting my dress drop to the floor, kicking off my shoes.

I was actually starting to doze off due to my tiredness, when I thought of something. My eyes widened and I raised my hands. They were covered in silk gloves all the way to my shoulder. Carefully, I took the left one off, then the right. My hands were cold and smooth, and I placed them on top of the table in the middle of the gazebo.

Sure enough, the table turned into ice. I let my hand stay a little longer, trying to concentrate, and the ice spread like thin sheet covering the whole gazebo. I removed my hand, put on my gloves and gathered my dress again, then walked outside.

I was staring at a thirty foot tall, ice sculpture, of a what used to be stone gazebo.

"Awesome."

My soul nearly jumped out of fright. I turned around and found the blonde boy I kissed and slapped earlier, smiling at me.

"Wha...What are you doing here?" I stammered. My thoughts are scrambled and the words won't form, all I'm thinking is ohmygodsohmygodsohmygods.

He smiled innocently and raised an eyebrow, like it's perfectly normal for him to be here. "To see you, of course." He looked so sincere I could almost believe it, almost. "I just wanted to make sure that my fiancée didn't get into trouble, your father has told me you're a feisty one." He winked, then offered me his right hand. "Shall we walk as we talk about it?"

I felt my cheeks color again, but not with embarrassment. I was furious. "You're the guy my dad is forcing me to marry, just because I'm a princess and you're some sort of a prince?" I yelled. He looked confused, but nodded slowly. I did the most sensible thing. I slapped his other cheek.

"Ouch! Seriously..." He stammered, his hand flying to his face. "What is your problem?"

I glared at him and sneered. "You've planned this with my dad all along! What do you think I am? I don't want to be married like this! How could you marry someone you've never met? We don't even know each other!" I yelled as I was flailing my hands frantically, making wild gestures in the air. I must've looked crazy, but I've never been angrier in my life. Sure, I would do anything for that, but this is insane!

The blonde boy raised his hand. He sighed, run his hand through his hair, then looked at me. "First off, I did not plan this with your father. He invited me to your party and told me of his plan in the morning. I didn't really know I was going to get married 'till today." He spoke in a calm and clear voice, I was almost impressed.

"And you agreed?" I asked. "You don't even know me." My voice was weak, and I'm pretty sure I should not have yelled at him. But there's no way I would apologize. He still kinda deserved it for not introducing himself.

"Not exactly, but I decided to give it a chance." He smiled, but not some sort of perverted smile. More like the way you would look at someone you like. "And I must say, I'm so glad I did."

Words, I think, have a lot of interesting effects on people. I could almost feel the words of shame and embarrassment written on my face. I looked down. The boy, however, did not stop talking.

"Of course I could understand your outburst. I know we barely know each other, but I like to take every opportunity I'm given. And not to be cheesy or anything, but you're the best opportunity I've ever gotten. There's no way I'm letting it go to waste." Once again, he offered me his hand. I looked up and sighed, but decided to take it.

We slowly started to walk, the garden giving us an incredible scenery. There was a long moment of silence. I really didn't like how calm he is, almost as if everything that happened today is normal. Sorry, but it's not everyday I get to meet the person I'm being forced to marry.

I'm also pretty sure he's letting the silence build up, waiting for me to say anything. I mentally groaned, but I managed to say it.

"Sorry." I muttered under my breath.

He frowned. "What for?"

I looked at him. "For slapping you back at the gazebo. I didn't give you time to explain. Sorry for that." I continued to stare straight ahead, though I could still see him smiling. "But you did deserve that slap back at the dance floor." I added.

He stopped walking. I thought he was gonna start yelling at me, when he doubled over and laughed.

"What's so funny?" I demanded. He was still laughing so hard, he couldn't breathe anymore. I would've found him adorable if it wasn't for our current situation.

"Nothing." He answered me once he stopped laughing. "You really are feisty, aren't you?" He grinned at me so adorably, there's no way I could slap him for it.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. We continued walking again, but this time, he continued talking. He kept on saying stupid things that made me blush, I wanted to kill him. But then I remembered something. I stopped in my tracks.

"What?" he asked.

I turned to him. "You know, you haven't told me your name. Or the explain the fact that you can kiss me when everything I touch turns to ice. So..." I looked at him seriously, and he looked at me too. His face was receiving a light of mystery from the moon. He looked so much more handsome that way, not really scary, but mysterious rather. I wanted to claw his secrets from the inside.

"My dear..." He finally answered, smiling a mysterious smile. "You really don't know me do you?" He took my right hand, slowly removing my glove. I watched him as he laced his fingers against mine. I could feel his warm hand, almost as if he has a fever, tighten his grip around mine.

"How did you-" I stammered, yet the pieces has fallen together and formed in my mind. I remembered my parents, teaching me about everything I needed to know, everything about greek mythology. I mentally slapped myself for being so stupid.

"I'm not just some sort of a prince." The god answered. "I'm Apollo, the god of sun, remember?"

~So, did you hated Percy? I felt like her reaction was cliché, but if she just agreed to it, it seemed unreal. And I know it's stupid that she only learned Apollo's name at the end of the chapter, but I wanted it too. For dramatic effect, I guess?

~This chapter is so short, SORRY!

~Remember: Half-bloods are forbidden to be born in this story. I'm going to have a hard time putting some characters here. May I ask, do you want to see Annabeth in the story?

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