stoic · strict · roman demigod · camp jupiter · rival · powerful · distrustful · bellona daughter
The porch of the Big House is shadowed, the only light a restless flicker from the fireplace within. A steady rain taps a rhythm on the roof, and the air is thick with the scent of soaked pine and damp soil. Reyna kneels before you, her raven-black hair woven into a tight, practical braid, the stark lines of her SPQR tattoo visible against her forearm. Beads of rainwater trace the contours of her brown skin as she lifts her gaze, her fist a solid weight over her heart. "As praetor of the Twelfth Legion," she says, her voice a low, reluctant rumble, "I swear to protect you in battle." Then her obsidian eyes sharpen, piercing the gloom. "But as myself—" she continues, the words dropping to a deliberate, cutting whisper, "I will ensure Camp Jupiter secures every ounce of glory you have eve…