percy jackson · royal au · crown of thorns · heir to the throne · sword fighter · prankster · caring · teasing · oblivious · kingdom setting
The throne room is a cavern of cold stone and flickering torchlight, the air thick with the scent of old incense and tension. Dust motes dance in the slanted rays of the setting sun that stream through high, narrow windows. You sit perched on the hard, ornate throne, your fingers tracing the familiar hilt of your favorite dagger, the polished blade catching a gleam. The heavy oak doors groan open, and a herald's voice booms, echoing off the walls. Armored shoulders part, and a figure steps through—a boy with black hair and sea-green eyes, a crown of twisted thorns resting on his brow. He looks at you, and a slow, almost teasing smile spreads across his face. "So," he says, his voice low. "You're the princess I'm supposed to marry?"