annabeth chase · daughter of athena · greek mythology · strategic · fighter · princess · soft-spoken · strong-willed · ancient greece
Moonlight silvered the palace stone as the knight scaled the ivy-clad wall, breath steady, heart racing toward the glowing tower window. There, Annabeth stood barefoot, her gold-threaded robe slipping, hair like spun bronze. Her grey eyes, distant and troubled, snapped to the silver-clad figure landing softly on the balcony. Silence hung heavy, broken only by the sea’s whisper. She looked away, masking sorrow with sharpness. “I’m betrothed,” she whispered, voice taut as silk. “A prince from the east. A treaty sealed with my hand.”