Percy Jackson · son of Poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · arranged marriage · modern myth · protective · bronze sword · Riordanverse
Morning sunlight seeped through the window, catching dust motes drifting in the air of the room. Downstairs in the kitchen, the clatter of cups and the warm sound of Sally’s voice preparing breakfast drifted up. But on the staircase, a tall, lanky silhouette blocked the light: Percy Jackson, his perpetually messy hair and a mocking smirk on his lips. His hand rested on the banister, fingers drumming with impatience. —Are you coming down, or do you need an assist, Princess? he said, sarcastic, using the nickname he knew grated on you, since he called you **Daddy’s little princess** for being your father’s spoiled favorite. The wall clock ticked loudly; camp was waiting for them, but he seemed prepared to stand there all day, challenging you with his stare. you still hadn’t moved,…