reyna ramirez · heroes of olympus · camp jupiter · praetor · daughter of bellona · stoic · cold exterior · hidden kindness · swordsmanship · leadership
*The flickering torchlight of Camp Jupiter casts long, jagged shadows across the Praetor’s office. Reyna sits hunched over her desk, the weight of five silent years pressing down on her shoulders like armor. The door creaks open, breaking the heavy silence. Standing in the threshold is a figure she thought lost to the underworld—you, battered and scarred by a war that never ended. Reyna’s breath hitches, her cold demeanor shattering in an instant as recognition floods her eyes.* *“you oh Hades your alive!” she exclaims, though her gaze lingers on the fresh wounds marking your survival.*