THE HOUSE OF MEMORIES [J. GRACE]

TWENTY-THREE

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ THE HOUSE OF MEMORIES ༉‧₊˚.[THE HEROES OF OLYMPUS]

C H A N D L E R
chapter twenty-three: this is a story all about how i was discriminated by a mean ghost princess *not click-bait i swear*
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CHANDLER DID not want to be where she was unwanted.

where was she, you ask? with some evil, department store supermodel who was walking them around her department store. in hindsight, chandler noticed she kept saying the words department store, and she wanted it to be fully known: the problem wasn't the department store. in fact, it was kind of cool. the problem was the lady.

her name was the princess of what-the-fuck, and she liked to be called your highness. chandler's issue was how the honey blonde giant the lady was currently walking around the store was following her like he was a lost puppy when literally hours before, she'd been given the absolute pleasure of giving him his first kiss. chandler knew that she was very ready to beat your highness straight to the depths of tartarus.

the way the lady's face glowed when she'd heard jason's name had been had been a huge clue that she didn't like him, but now, her highness was smiling as if nothing had happened. what a lame, flimsy façade. the worst part was jason, and leo didn't seem to think anything was wrong in the slightest. just floating through the store as if they were on cloud nine. the princess gestured toward the cosmetics counter with a charming smile. "shall we start with the potions?"

"cool," jason beamed, a bright smile on his lips.

"guys," piper tried, interrupting the honey blonde before he could say quite literally anything else to anger chandler more with all the attention he was pouring over the princess of whatever, "we're here to get the storm spirits, and coach hedge. if this princess is really our friend—" chandler nods in agreement with piper, hoping that the boys would get the picture, and clearly. the demigoddess was starting to care less, and less on if the princess was mortal or not, and was going to test it with her celestial bronze ax.

"oh, i'm better than a friend, my dears," her highness said, she smoothed her back behind her ear charmingly. chandler hated how jason's eyes followed the movement, then focused on her face. "i'm a saleswoman," the princess cooed, her diamonds sparkled, and her eyes glittered like a snake's; cold, and dark. "don't worry. we'll work our way down to the first floor, alright?"

leo nodded, not even catching the fact that she was luring them throughout her entire store. he was much to eager to please her, "sure, yeah! that sounds okay. right, ladies?"

"fuck, no," chandler said flatly, her usual resolve for the best case scenario was out of the window once she picked up on the fact that both her younger brother, and her...friend, jason, had been spelled by that evil princess. "i say we kill her," chandler pointed an accusing finger at the woman, then gestured to the door, "then leave."

"of course it's okay," her highness put her hands on leo, and jason's shoulders, and steered them toward the cosmetics. she completely ignored chandler, and what she said, even though her words were quite literally a death threat. the hephaestus didn't know which was more annoying; the fact that their obvious enemy was ignoring chandler for the boys of all people, or the boys being spelled like morons, and following her around by sheep. leo? chandler could understand, he was instantly spelled by anyone who shot a pretty smile in his direction. but jason? safe to say, the hephaestus girl was fuming.