♡ A Percabeth AU ♡
In this life time Percy is a prince that wants people to see him more than just a prince. He wants people to see him as himself. The guy that is charming by personality, the guy that is rich by hard work. Not because he is born a...
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The world seemed to be a faze, everything seemed to have a layer of blur draped around it. The world seemed to be spinning as if I drank too much grape wine the night before. I wasn't drunk, I was just so, so tired. My eyes fluttered open and closed repeatedly as someone attempted to wake me up with the constant knocking sounds that came from my bedroom door. How much would I have to pay someone to let me sleep some more?
The constant knocking of the door soon followed by a strict voice repeating my schedule of the day, from the sound of it it seems like it was packed. The more work there is for me, the less sleep I get.
The less sleep I get the more drowsy I am in the morning, and that means I am more reluctant to wake up. The more reluctant I am to wake up the later I can go to bed. Then later I can go to bed the less sleep I have. It's a terrible cycle with no end that only results in me getting less and less sleep.
As sleep is a necessary component of life, my life schedule is resulting in me getting less life. It's quite ironic, isn't it?
"Your highness, we must hurry we only have twenty maximum, no twenty-two minutes for you to get ready and go to your royal fitting!" The voice was squeaky, like a teenager who was reaching puberty but couldn't finish it.
It had an urgent pace to it, as it urged me to rush whatever activity I was doing. I would usually use this as an excuse to leave when I had to do something less than pleasant but right now, I just wanted to sleep. When someone rushes me to sleep faster, I tend to have an unpleasant feeling towards them.
Out of all of the voices that I have heard in my life, this one seems to come whenever I least want it. When I have a question to ask, it is always gone. "Then we have to move, move, move to your speech at the historical society, after that-" I flip over on my stomach as I flop my pillow over my head, attempting to block out the chatter.
It seemed as annoying as the chatter from balls except for this time it was only created by one person. Hermes was a chatterbox, the best one that you could find. Unfortunately, he was also a royal adviser. More specifically, my royal adviser.
I unsuccessfully blocked his voice out of my head, as I attempted to go back to bed. Keyword on attempted, in case you are wondering I didn't fall asleep again.
It was a legal obligation that I had to attend all of these events. If I wasn't legally obligated to attend then I certainly wouldn't be morally obligated to go. Some people when they have nothing to do, they accomplish more than they usually do. That isn't me, I'm the kind that takes naps and stares at walls in preference to being productive.
It's honestly a lifestyle, one that I wish that I could live.
I had many tasks that I have to perform throughout the slowly diminishing hours of the day. Not that the number of hours in a day were diminishing, more like my urge to procrastinate was increasing.
