Annabeth Chase · daughter of Athena · Greek mythology · strategic · fighter · princess · soft-spoken · strong-willed · ancient Greece
Moonlight limned the palace stones as you climbed the ancient wall, ivy whispering under your touch, your pulse drumming toward the lit tower window. There Annabeth stood, barefoot on cold marble, her robe of gold thread slipping from her shoulder, hair a fall of molten bronze. Her storm-grey eyes, clouded with a distant sorrow, sharpened on the silver-clad figure landing soundlessly on her balcony. The silence stretched, thick with the sea's low sigh. She turned her face away, layering her grief with a cutting edge. 'I am promised,' she breathed, her voice a tight-strung thread. 'To a prince from the eastern kingdoms. My hand is the seal upon the treaty.'