❝If you return to your old world, we will follow you, and we will destroy everything you love. This is your home now.❞
Percy's world didn't teach her about how obsessive a god's love would be. But when she was accidentally transported to this crazy...
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EARLY UPDATE BECAUSE OMG DID YOU SEE THE ROR LEAKS??? Also, we'll be seeing the fighters for round 10 next chapter!!! I hope it's Susanoo, I wanna see which storm and sea god is hotter, him or Poseidon 😂
WHOEVER SAID PRINCESSES DIDN'T HAVE it hard deserved a nice punch to the face and Percy would be more than happy to be the one to deliver it.
Ever since Poseidon ordered Proteus to teach her about Ancient Greek history and 'how to be a proper princess', her days have consisted of academic torture that would make even military schools shudder in fear—and she would know, she had been to tons of military schools before.
Every morning, she was forced to wake up at the asscrack of dawn and spend twelve agonizing, mind-breaking, horrendous hours in the library with Proteus with only a food break in-between. The lectures were hell; Proteus had a boring voice that made her sleepy and he was kinda strict when it came to her inability to keep still. Then came the reading assignments. Those were even worse. The tome (which was basically another way of saying 'ridiculously large book') they were currently on was The Creation of the Universe, a five thousand page handwritten manuscript about, you guessed it, the creation of the universe. It was in Ancient Greek but there were so many words on it that they were beginning to swim around her vision.
Then came the 'princess training' as she dubbed it. She had it every day, right after her tutoring sessions with Proteus and up until 11 PM. She was already braindead by the time those lessons started, but Proteus wasn't going to let her exhaustion get in the way. She preferred to have these lessons come in first because at least most of the things she was learning about were cool; like the histories of the other underwater communities, what other species resided here, and Atlantean politics (though the last one was less cool).
But it also came with more physical lessons. Like the proper way to eat your food, the proper way to wipe your mouth ("you must dab! Never wipe!" Proteus would drill into her head.), and her least favorite lesson: the proper way to present herself.
A princess must keep her back straight and head held high, Proteus had instructed her before plopping a bunch of heavy books on her head.
This princess is about to kill herself if you don't let her go to bed! She thought, feeling a headache coming soon. The heavy books stacked on her head made her feel pretty ridiculous. Under Poseidon's orders, she was forced to walk back and forth around the throne room with those books on her head so she could practice 'walking properly' underwater. Meanwhile, he sat on his stupid throne, watching her with hawk eyes.
Proteus pitied her. They had been at this for hours now and it was well past her 'bedtime'.
"My lord, perhaps it's time we let the princess go to bed?" He suggested.
"She can go to bed once she's done this perfectly," Poseidon said, looking all too cozy in his throne while she was suffering under the weight of five heavy books. She knew he was amused by this, sadistic bastard.
