Courting the Ice Prince of Gotham

Chapter 9

🦇Damian🦇

The five of us got our project done within an hour after settling in my room. Di Angelo, Solace, and (Y/N) are surprisingly knowledgeable with Greek Mythology and their epics.

"I can't believe we have a three page paper on how what we would change about Hyacinthus's story," Kent says in shock while Di Angelo rolls his eyes.

"The poor soul was killed in a discus accident because of a jealous god. Simple solution would have been to tackle him so he wouldn't get hit in the head," Di Angelo says bluntly.

"What about you guys," Solace asked (Y/N) and myself.

"We did Orpheus, if he didn't let his grief control his life and his curiosity blind him, he would be able to join Eurydice in the among the living," (Y/N) says before speaking in rapid Greek with Di Angelo close behind.

"What are they saying," Kent asks allowed.

"Praying to Apollo, Persephone and Hades for forgiveness about what was written for this assignment. That none of what was written in this project isn't meant to offend or anger you," Solace says. "We're polytheistic."

"I wasn't aware that the three of you still practice the archaic religion."

Before Solace could reply, the prayers ended and (Y/N) walks toward my door with a stretch.

"Nico, you up for a bit of wrestling or swordplay?"

"Swordplay. No offense, but I'd rather die than wrestling against you again," Di Angelo quickly replies.

"You two know how to wield swords," I asked in surprise but I quickly covered my shock.

"Camp," the three of them say in unison.

"What did you plan on using?"

"The compact swords that Leo made us for sparing," (Y/N) says so causally one would think she's was discussing the weather.

"You brought swords to school," Kent asked panicked.

"You never know who or what might try to kill you," Di Angelo says coldly.

Before Kent fell into a moral crisis, I offer to show them the training room since I need to spar as well.

~Time Skip~

Once we entered the gym, Solace open his backpack and pulls out two shirts, one orange and the other black, and tosses them to (Y/N).

"Nico's is the Black one," he states and she just nods and starts undoing her tie.

"W-what are you doing," I ask and quickly look away as she continues to undress herself in front of us.

"Changing shirts," she says bluntly and I catch Di Angelo snickering.

"There's a dressing room next door," I exclaimed still refusing to look.

"I have a shirt underneath the uniform," she says and I risk a glance in her direction. Scars decorated her beautiful golden skin but that's not the only thing that captured my attention. Lean muscle paired with her beautiful curves as she pulls the orange shirt over her tank. I notice a tattoo on her forearm, a lyre over the letters SPQR and seven lines.

"Are you done gawking, Wayne," Di Angelo teases and I resisted the urge to punch him.

"Tell Will to stop eye fucking you, King of the Ghost," (Y/N) retorts with causes Solace, Kent and Di Angelo to blush.

With that, she charges forward with what I assume was her compact sword. In a flash, a beautiful double bladed sword was clashing against an obsidian Greek sword.

"Too slow," Di Angelo say then kicks her in the stomach.

As I watch the fight before me, I noticed the two fighting style that (Y/N) was using against Di Angelo. It was obvious that she skills but against Di Angelo, she wasn't as masterful.

"She's getting better," Solace told me.

"But she's already so good. How could she improve," Kent said but my focus was on how deadly yet beautifully she moves.

"Nico is the second best swordsman in our camp while the little Sunrise is currently rank the fifth. If you saw her fight a year and a half ago she was ranked in ninth place," Solace explains which peaked my curiosity.

"Who's rank the best swordsman," I asked.

"Percy Jackson," Nico calls from the fight.