Beautiful

Firstly, thank you extremely kind hearted people who have read, voted, followed and added my stories. You guys are awesome. So, I hope most of you have read Trials of Apollo: The tyrant's tomb. Imma be frank with you- it sucks. I didn't like the plot at all.  hated Reyna's 'so-called' character development. It was too sudden and unlike her. And it doesn't help that Jeyna is OTP. It is my baby. So here is my first Jeyna fanfiction.

DISCLAIMER: Rick Riordan owns this beautiful couple who he ruined. I loathe you.

WARNING: cuteness.
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"Reyna, here! I caught you a seat!" The blond son of Jupiter gestured to the huge amphitheatre like structure constructed around a blazing bonfire-right outside the Temple of Apollo and close to The Temple of the Muses.

Today was the Tribuisti Apollo et eius Musisor in simpler words, The Festival of Apollo and his Muses. So, today was all about celebrating the God of Music and his Muses. Great. It's not that I had anything against him. It was more of my feelings to what we were supposed to do. We all, as in, every serving member of the legion had to take this one night to unwind, let their hair down and enjoy. Oh, and of course, we had to perform any art or skill.

Ugh. I would rather stab myself through the heart multiple times.

I was all for the other members of the legion doing it. They all deserved to enjoy and take a day off while showcasing their talents. There was only one problem- I didn't want to enjoy and show off my completely non-existent talents. The only talents I had was figuring how to disarm and kill a man in 5 different ways just by noticing his stance and body language. I could demonstrate, but I feel Apollo wouldn't take too kindly to that.

After weeks of trying to figure what in the name of Bellona I would perform, I went to my fellow praetor for advice. His only advice was that I should sing. After kicking him in the shins and threatening him with dire consequences if he so much as told anyone that I could sing, we both put our heads together and tried to figure out what to do. About 5 days back, we had stumbled upon a fight-dance thing in a practically pre-historic book. It was basically just an extremely graceful and choreographed fight. We decided on it as soon as possible and spent the remaining time practicing. So here I was, wearing armour as usual while the rest of the girls gave me snobby looks and giggled. Ugh!

I looked at where Jason had caught us a seat and of course, he had caught us a seat next to Alissa Server, the pretty daughter of Erato, the Muse of love and poetry, from the Second Cohort. I had nothing against Erato but that girl…that girl… like OH MY GODS, going around gossiping, gossiping and gossiping, spreading tales here and there, thinking she's so smart, so beautiful, everyone loves her, well, let me tell you, I-

OK! Reyna! Calm! Control the jealousy.

The blonde idiot had been fawning over Jason for the past few weeks, brazenly flirting with him in front of everyone – me included. It was no secret to our friend group of Gwen, Dakota, Bobby, Jason and Felix that I liked Jason, except Jason. So when the other blond idiot had been flirting with the stupid girl in return (without even knowing he's flirting, might I add), I got major league pissed. Oh, pardon my language but the way they behaved around each other. Take right now for example.

Jason and Alissa, sitting about 2 inches away from each other. Like I'm-about-to-kiss-you distance. She laughed such a fake laugh that I inwardly cringed- but guts twisted - but Jason found nothing unnatural about it. I rolled my eyes. Of course, he didn't.

Boys are so dumb; the girls could have fangs and donkey legs and they would still fall for their pretty face. No wonder empousai looked so well nourished.