Galactica showed Percy her new room. It was right next Hestia and Galatica's room which kinda made Percy curious. Why would she make her "pet" stay in a room right next to the room where she lays with her wife. 'I thought people in the Royal harem lived in a totally different floor from the Royal family.'
"Um mistress."
"Yes puppy."
"Why am I staying in a room next to you and her majesty. Shouldn't I be with the others?" Percy asked.
Galatica's looked at her confused with a small head tilt that Percy thought was cute.
"What others, puppy?"
Now Percy was confused. "You know the others. In the harem."
Galatica started to giggle and then full on laugh. "What? I thought the Royals had harems. That's what I heard."
Galatica's laughter died down so she could catch her breath. "I'm sorry puppy. I didn't mean to laugh at you but you are the only one in our "harem". We usually don't do things like this since we have each other, but I convinced Hestia to let you be my puppy. And I'm hoping that you'll be her puppy one day too. She just has to fall for your charms like I did."
Percy was relieved she didn't have to compete with some other chicks to get some attention from the Queen. But then the way Queen Galactica said she wanted Queen Hestia to be her mistress too made her have a plan. If she climbs the ladder all the way to the point that they trust her enough to roam the halls of the castle by herself, she can get the crown, go back home, punch the hell out of that dick Josh, and make Louis so proud of her, he might...
Well she didn't really know what she wanted Louis to do when she came back with the crown, but she knew she would be a well-known hero all through out Waterpool history. With the crown everyone would have enough money to get a decent meal. And they make a feast for her. And she'll be known as the thief that escaped both Queens and their Royal army. She'll be a legend, she'll have fame, she'll have tons of babes in her room! If Louis doesn't kick them out that is. But she can't be a legend if she doesn't make a plan first. And maybe she'll sleep with a queen or two on her way out.
The next day, she woke up to a a firm knock on her door. She ignored it and went back to sleep. There was another one but this one was much louder. "Go away!" she told whoever behind the door. The knocking stopped. Satisfied, Percy laid back down and slowly went back to sleep. It felt like she was floating on a cloud, being lifted out of her bed going towards the heavens. Then she went through the cloud and crashed on the floor. She groaned at the harshness of the floor and looked up.
Marcus looked down at her with glee. "Oh good you're awake. We need to get you ready for the day. Today you shall be picking you're maid and you're personal guard, instructed by her highness."
"Queen Galactica wants me to have a body guard and a maid?"
"No Hestia does. She said she rather have some one that knows the castle take care of you rather you destroy the castle trying to figure stuff out," Marcus says going towards the door making Percy follow him.
"Oh, nice of her to care," she said with a roll of the eyes.
Marcus looked back with a grimace to the lack of respect he had for Hestia. He would give his life to serve his sister after she saved him from his mother who did nothing but used him for her own gain. She made Marcus feel like he had some purpose other than be a puppet, and he shall do whatever it takes to make sure she is happy and safe. But to have a criminal be living in her home and also treating her like a spoiled brat is beyond comprehension.
Why her of all the people. Why the person he could never capture even when she was backed up into the tiniest of corners. Marcus sneered at the thought of every narrow escapes that Percy made to get out of being arrested. He didn't know if it was resourcefulness, skill, or pure fucking luck that she got out of a pinch just like that and it was driving him mad.
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Two Treasures is Better Than One
RomanceTale of how a thief caught the attention of a goddess and a warrior princess . How bizarre.