Silver Water (Percy Jackson and Red Queen crossover)

Where's My Epic Background Music?

Percy's POV:
My guard, Lucas, and the other officers march me forward into the throne room, but they don't stay long. With nothing but a backward glance, Lucas leads the others out.

The king sits before me, the queen standing on his left, the princes and Annabeth on his right.

"You will kneel," the queen murmurs, her voice soft as velvet.

I should kneel, but my pride won't let me. Besides, I rarely kneel in front of gods and goddesses, why should Silvers get the privilege? "I will not," I say, staring the queen straight in the eye.

"Do you enjoy your cell, boy?" Tiberias says, his kingly voice filling the room.

I shrug. "I've been through worse." He cocks his head, staring at me like I'm an experiment to puzzle over. "What do you want with me?" I ask.

The queen leans down next to him. "I told you, he's Red through and through-" But the king waves her off like he would a fly. I want to argue that I'm not Red but the look Annabeth gives me says that I should stay silent.

"What I want concerning you is impossible," the king snaps. His glare smolders, like he's trying to burn me up.

I smirk, remembering the queen's words. "Well, I'm not sorry you can't kill me."

The king chuckles. "They didn't say you were quick." He throws down a stack of papers, all of them covered in writing. I can't tell what the papers say, but I assume they're my identification files because my picture, the one on my identification card, is on the top page.

"Perseus Jackson, born August eighteenth, 303 of the New Era, to Sally Jackson. Your father is unknown," Tiberias recites from memory. "You have no occupation and are scheduled for conscription on your eighteenth birthday. You have been expelled from eight schools, your academic test scores are low, and you have a list of offenses that would land you in prison in most cities. Blowing up the St. Louis Gateway Arch, resisting arrest, to name a few. All together you are poor, rude, immoral, unintelligent, impoverished, bitter, stubborn, and a blight upon your city and my kingdom."

The shock of his blunt words take a moment to sink in, but when it does, I don't argue. From the mortals' perspective, he's entirely right.

"And yet," he continues, rising to his feet. This close, I can see his crown is deathly sharp. The points can kill. "You are also something else. Something I cannot fathom. You are Red and Silver both, a peculiarity with deadly consequences you cannot understand. So what am I to do with you?"

Is he asking me? "You could let me go. I wouldn't say a word," I say, looking at Annabeth for support.

The queen's sharp laughter cuts through the air. "And what about the High Houses? Will they keep silent as well? Will they forget the little water boy in a red uniform?"

"No, but that's not my problem."

"Watch your mouth, boy," the king snaps.

"You know my advice, Tiberias." the queen adds, her eyes on the king. "And it will solve both our problems."

I look at Annabeth for an answer to what her step-mother is talking about, but she's looking at the queen with confusion and fear. Great, it must be bad advice if they couldn't tell Wise Girl what said advice is.

"Yes, Elara," the king says, nodding at his wife. "We cannot kill you, Perseus Jackson." Not yet hangs in the air. "So we are going to hide you in plain sight where we can watch you, protect you, and attempt to understand you."

The way his eyes gleam makes me feel like a meal about to be devoured. Despite this, I scoff. "Understand me? Good luck with that."

The king goes on, ignoring me. "You are no longer Perseus Jackson, a Red son of Archeon."

"Then who am I?" I ask.

"You are Perseus Osanos. Your father is Thanases Osanos, Lord of House Osanos, and your mother was Calista Nolle, general of the Hammer Legion, killed when you were an infant. Your father never knew you were born. A soldier, a Red woman, took you for her own and raised you in the dirt, never telling you your true parentage. You grew up believing you were nothing, and now, thanks to chance, you are made whole again. You are Silver, the heir to House Osanos, a noble with great power, and one day, a prince of Norta."

Try as I might, I can't hold back a surprised yelp. "A Silver - a prince?"

My eyes betray me, flying to Annabeth. We stare at each other for what seems like forever, but could only have been a couple of seconds, daring to hope. A prince must marry a princess.

"You will marry my daughter Annabeth, and you'll do it without putting a toe out of line." I nod slightly, not breaking eye contact with Annabeth, a slight smile on my face.

"This isn't a request, Perseus Osanos," the king adds. He uses my new name. "You will go through with this, and you will do it properly."

Queen Elara turns her pale eyes on me. "You will live here, as is the custom for royal grooms. Everyday will be scheduled at my discretion, and you will be tutored in everything and anything possible to make you" -  she searches for the word, chewing on her lip - "suitable." I don't want to know what that means. "You will be scrutinized. From now on you live on the edge of a knife. One false step, one wrong word, and you will suffer for it." Gods, she sounds like Zeus, in a way. Yay, I get to deal with another drama queen who has too much power, lucky me.

"Fine with me," I say. "But Annabeth and I get to plan the wedding, including when and where it happens."

The kings opens his mouth to protest, but I continue. "And one more thing, I want any child that my mom and her boyfriend, Paul, have together to be pardoned from conscription."

"Done, but the wedding will still be planned by advisors, as is custom."

"Oh, then I guess I'll just see myself out," I say, walking towards the door. I summon the water in the pipes. The walls shudder as they threaten to explode again.

"Fine," the king calls after me, his voice wavers slightly with fear. I slowly turn back to face the royal family.

"Excellent." With that, the king has Lucas take me to some sort of salon to make me look Silver. I smirk as I'm escorted out of the throne room. These poor, innocent mortals. They don't know it yet but, once you acquire a Percy, you can never seem to get rid of it.


A/N:
Sorry for the short chapter, and the long wait, I've been getting a lot of homework lately. I thought I uploaded this chapter on Monday at lunch, but the internet wasn't working very well, so I guess it never uploaded. After this update, I won't be updating this story until mid-January, after midterm exams 😖. 

The last sentence of this chapter (minus the 'they don't know it yet' part) was not original, so shoutout to @IsaacChristensen for letting me use it.

XOXO, HamiltonFanGirl1508