Percabeth's Selection

37. Royal Buddy. Royal babies.

(Imagine the neck to be higher than depicted.) (Gorgeous dress, isn't it?)

Percy dragged his tie down as he left the courthouse. He was almost in shock. How could Calypso like him? What did she see in him that she didn't see before? Lady Calypso was so easy to be around. She was naturally a Miss Willow material. She was the kind of person everyone would love to see as a Queen.

She was beautiful - no, not just beautiful - she was breathtaking. She was vibrant and probably the most naturally attractive person that he has ever met in his life. Miss Willow loved her. Sally thought she was amazing. And Percy... well, he knew for sure she was one Selected who would make it to the Elite.

She was also a good listener and a great communicator. She wouldn't let anything come in between Selection and their relationship, and that was honestly AMAZING.

It wasn't something even Annabeth could do.

It's just...

What have I done?

How did I ruin this?

Just then, he came face to face with Jason. Jason cut his phone call and tried not to smile. "Okay. Now that is done. Let's get you ready for the-"

"Cancel the plan. I don't feel like it." Percy mumbled.

Jason blinked. "Bu- hey, are you sure you know what you're asking me to cancel?"

"Yeah, the date with Annabeth." Percy looked at Jason's confused expression. "I can't right now. Just-" He sighed. "Can you tell her? Don't say it in person. Just send a note. It is the procedure."

Annabeth was gonna be so disappointed.

Jason took a minute to recover. "Uh-yeah. Sure."

"Okay, you do that. Newbie," he looked behind Jason at the other guard. "Follow me."

Jason left, and the new guy's phone rang. He stuttered and picked it up, only to cut the call. They were walking down to the main hall and had almost reached the place. His phone rang again.

"What is it?" Percy removed his overcoat and flung it over the nearest metal statue. Then, he started unbuttoning his sleeve.

"N-nothing important, your majesty." He looked down.

"How are you supposed to protect me if you can't even look at me?" He walked past him. Just outside of one of the gates, he met a man pleading with the other guards to let him in.

Mind you; the man didn't look like the pleading type. He was short but sturdy. He had big hands which oddly protruded out of his custom tuxedo. He was the kind of man who smelled of power and class.

As soon as he saw the Prince, he abandoned the guards and tried to step towards Percy. "Please! Reconsider it. I beg you-" He had a thick Italian accent.

Percy's hyper activeness made him curious, but he turned to his guard. "Whatever the hell this is, can I not deal with this now?"

Although Percy didn't speak to them, the other guards immediately nodded and dragged the middle-aged man away.

Percy couldn't help himself. "What is that about?"

The guard answered boldly this time. "There is a restaurant that we were supposed to promote, but we cancelled because of the attacks. However, the owner is here, and he has been pestering us to reconsider it since morning."

"The owner himself?" Percy raised his eyebrows. "Since morning? Why are we promoting it in the first place?"

"Some big fancy 7-star restaurant. Needs support. All the background checks are done. He is doing some incredible work behind the scenes, and it is all verified and cleared. We scrapped him off schedule without notice and renewed the sponsorship money."