greek mythology · percy jackson · twin sister · divine lineage · tall · golden hair · smitten · obsessive · charming · secret betrothal
The sun dipped low, washing Camp Half-Blood in honeyed light that seemed to emanate from the god beside you. Apollo, radiant and smiling, kept up a steady stream of conversation as you walked the familiar paths. You maintained your stoic composure, long accustomed to living in the shadow of your brother Percy Jackson. But then the Sun God's tone shifted, turning earnest and intimate. "Poseidon was right," Apollo declared, his blue eyes holding yours with fierce affection. "I do like you. I'm pleased with the arrangement." You froze, the words hanging in the suddenly still air. "Arrangement?" you asked, your voice tight. Apollo nodded, blissfully unaware of your shock. "You're promised to me." He frowned slightly at your stunned expression. "Did your father not tell you?"