At Mercy to the Sea ［Rewriting］

[UNEDITED] XXXI- Will you marry me?

Percy POV

When I look outside my window it finally settles how long it has been. The ground was already layered with a thick layer of frost. The snow had squeezed its way into the crevasses of the castle. Everywhere you look all there is to see is a thick bed of frosty white snow.

When I look down at my hands, I realized that my hands were shaking. It wasn't because I was nervous or excited. It was because I was scared. I was scared not for the wedding but everything after. I can live with getting married to Rachel but I don't love her. I don't love her in the same way as I love someone else.

I'm not sure if I can keep up this charade for my country. I scared that I'm not ready.

Breath.

I clench my hands into a tight fist, my fingers were a lot colder than I expected. Even though it was freezing there was a thin layer of cold sweat.

Breath. You are now a king, kings don't get nervous.

Every morning when I wake up I don't recognize where I am. A different bed, a different room, a different celling. I'm in a new room, a room that was meant for a king. The paintings of my parents still hang above the bathroom mirror. I've never been that close to my dad but whenever I see my mom's smile, I realize that I truly miss them greatly.

There was a knock on the door. Another knock echoed through my room, it brought me back to reality, a reality the place of the opposite of my wishes.

"I already told you I'm coming!" I yelled again this time, I straighten the collar on my suit and stride to the door.

"No, it's me Sir Superman." I laugh at the low, rough voice that was muffled through the door.

"Well, then King Aqua Man gives you permission to enter the building" I joke around with him.

His voice brings me a small smile to my face. It gives me a familiar feeling of my past life. The life that I hated that I now wish I had back.

I let him into my room. His uniform was ironed perfectly without a single wrinkle. He looked the same as the before except now if you look closely in his eyes you can see sorrow.

"It's good to see that you are up and around again, Jason." I smile at him, genuinely thankful that he was alright.

"I'm fine now, the doctors sewed me up." Jason smiled at me, trying his best to sound cheerful. "I'm here to wish you congratulations on getting married."

"Of course, you're my best man."

I walked out of my new room with Jason by my side. The exit of the room was more elegant and the designs of the door were detailed. It told the story of my ancestors and how they fault for the land that we are on.

Jason and I walked through the halls of the castle into the coronation hall where I became king a couple of months ago. The paintings of my parents still hung on the side, there was a dark velvet fabric hanging over their faces.

Rachel already was waiting for me at the entrance. She was wearing a wedding gown that was exuberate enough for any queen. She fiddled with her fingers and she gave me a nervous smile. Her messy hair was somehow tamed into a triple braid. She looked beautiful enough to rival Aphrodite. Of course, I would never say that out loud or else the Madam of fashion will take revenge.

Jason touched my shoulder and gave me a slight nod before heading into the room to find his seat. The thumping of my heart grew louder and louder and I realized that I was more nervous than I thought.

I looked at Rachel and I tried to have some small talk. "Are you ready?"

She grinned at me confidently even though her hands were shaking. "I'm ready to get married. I'm ready to be your queen. I was born ready."