A Love Story For Royals.

More Royals In The Castle.

Being awoken by being told I have to greet other royals coming to the castle is not something to make me have a good mood. Quite the opposite. But I put a tiny bland smile on my face to cover up my bad mood.

Royals were starting to come for the party. It's been a few days so now I only have four more days until my soul gets crushed. And that crushing seemed like it was going to be in the form of a stuck up, selfish, ass of a prince. So far I've met three of the princes and none of them had a brain cell in their big heads. Their hearts were even more shriveled and cold.

Now I'm standing in the grand hall to welcome two more families.

My dress is a pale blue today with tiny white flowers. My hair is done up, my mom actually had her stylist do my hair just to make sure. The trumpets sounded and I stood a bit straighter, with my chin held high.

The first family to come in is the Castilen Family. The Queen and King lead their son into the room, Luke is his name. Sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. He was classicly handsome. The only thing that really stood out about him was his scar. Hopefully he would answer my curious questions at some point.

They bowed and made introductions. Luke looked me over. I didn't like that, he looked at me like I was a gift he didn't quite care for. One of their servants came up to ask him a question. He didn't even look at her. And she had her eyes down cast, a sign that she was used to this. So no heart. When he finally spoke he had a very bored aura. Fine then. Not like I had some hope you'd be different.

The next family was the Jackson's. Queen Sally and King Poseidon walked in. No son to be seen. When they stopped my mother questioned them.

"Where is your son?" She was just as confused as I was.

"Oh he should be-"

A black haired boy walked in. He was straightening his jacket. "Sorry Mother, Father. Hazel needed help with some luggage. I helped until the others could." He finally looked up. He had a crooked smile that was still warm and welcoming. I couldn't help but smile back. His eyes were bright and playful. A sea green to rival even the ocean it's self. He looked like a younger version of his father.

"This is our son Perseus." Queen Sally laid a hand on her son's shoulder. He stood about one and a half heads taller than her.

"Just call me Percy. It's lovely to meet you." He bowed his head. Percy's tone was completely honest. He wasn't joking he truly did like to meet us. I smiled at him again.

"This is my daughter Annabeth." My mother motioned towards me. Percy's smile seemed to grow and so did mine.

"It's very nice to meet you." I said.

A servant, one of theirs, came up to the family. Percy held up a finger towards us and gave an apologetic smile. He turned so he faced a servant head on. He made eye contact with her and smiled.

The servant had frizzy cinnamon hair and golden eyes. She spoke softly to the prince. He nodded and placed a hand on her shoulder. After another nod she turned with a slight bow and left. The prince straightened up and smiled at us. "I am sorry Hazel needed to have a quick word with me. I'm sorry if it came off rude." He gave that lopsided grin yet again. I smile back at him.

"We will all have dinner tonight. To welcome everyone who has made it so far." My mother announced. "You are dismissed." She bowed her head ever so slightly. The King and Queen did the same. The prince however full out bowed. He smiled to my mother than to me.

I guess we would get even more royals at the castle.