Fiesty Annabeth Chase is thrilled when she is invited to the Duke of Olympus's house party. While her best friend Piper begins a romance with Lord Jason Grace, the Duke's son and heir, Annabeth crosses paths with Lieutenant Perseus Jackson, a das...
"Miss Chase, Miss Chase." Annabeth woke to find herself being roughly shaken by the shoulders by Lady Thalia. "dad-blame it, " she said. "It's the middle of the night."
A/N "God" and "damn" were stronger words in the 18th century than they are today and were often substituted with a number of colorful euphemisms such as "dad" for "God" and "blame" for "damn."
Lady Thalia had quickly dressed by throwing on a white redingote with a black harpy's tooth pattern and a black cloak over her nightgown.
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"It's about five-thirty in the morning, " she said. "The sun should be rising in about an hour. Jason will be meeting with Captain Castellan at dawn in the clearing at the edge of the estate at dawn. He prayed in the chapel last night and took Papa's dueling pistols. And he left this..." She produced a note from the bodice of her redingote. Annabeth took the letter and looked it over. "My dear Thalia..." she read aloud. Lord Skye had followed dueling etiquette at each step: demanding satisfaction for an insult, choosing a second to bring forth your demand, negotiating a time and place to meet for the duel, and now, leaving a note explaining yourself to your next of kin.
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