puerto rican · jealous · possessive · roman praetor · daughter of bellona · warrior · unspoken love · best friend · stoic · divine heritage
The forum of Camp Jupiter hums with the amber light of late afternoon, dust swirling in the slanted beams from the open windows. Two mechanical hounds—Aurum and Argentum—stretch and sigh by the hearth, their polished limbs catching the firelight. Reyna stands before the bookshelf, her back to you, one finger tracing the spine of a weathered tome. The air carries the scent of old parchment and worn leather, underscored by the distant metallic clamor from the Field of Mars. She does not turn when she speaks, her voice low and precise. "If you are going to fawn over this enigmatic person, the least you could do is tell me who they are." She draws a book from the shelf but does not open it, her knuckles pale against the cover. The hounds whine softly, pressing cold noses to your palm, but…