𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 •| ⊱ Jason Grace¹

•| ⊱ THIRTEEN

[ chapter thirteen: hermia ]

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Getting to the throne room was easier said then done. Hermia was freezing, and she saw a lot of human like sculptures on the way there. Which also tried to kill her if it hadn't been for Jason, who was able to pull her out of the way in time.

Once the groups made it to the end of the hall a man’s voice rang out in a language that sounded like French.

"It’s fine," Khione said. "My father has ordered them not to kill you just yet."

"Super," Jason said as Mia nodded in agreement.

Mia turned just in time to see Zethes poke Jason in the back with his sword. "Keep moving, Jason Junior."

"Please don’t call me that." Mia couldn’t help but crack a smile.

"My father is not a patient man," Zethes warned, "unlike Hermia's beautiful red hair, Piper, sadly, is losing her magic hairdo very fast. Later, perhaps, I can lend her something from my wide assortment of hair products."

"Thanks," Piper grumbled.

"I'm also thinking about asking you out, Hermia so be ready for that."

Mia rolled her eyes while saying, "Yeah, no thanks." Jason couldn’t help but smirk at Mia once he heard her quick response.

The group kept walking, and the mist parted to reveal a man on an ice throne. He was sturdily built, dressed in a stylish white suit that seemed woven from snow, with dark purple wings that spread out to either side. His long hair and shaggy beard were encrusted with icicles, so Mia couldn’t tell if his hair was gray or just white with frost.

"Bienvenu," the king said. "Je suis Boreas le Roi. Et vous?" Khione the snow goddess was about to speak, but Piper stepped forward and curtsied.

"Votre Majesté," she said, "je suis Piper McLean. Et c’est Hermia, et c’est Jason, fils de Zeus."

"What the hell?" Mia mumbled out in confusion. Since when did Piper speak French?

The king smiled with pleasant surprise. "Vous parlez français? Très bien!"

"Piper, you speak French?" Jason asked while casting a glance to Mia. The red head was beyond confused when she saw Piper frown. "No. Why?"

"You just spoke French." Mia replied as Piper blinked.

"I did?"

The king said something else, and Piper nodded. "Oui, Votre Majesté."

The king laughed and clapped his hands, obviously delighted. He said a few more sentences then swept his hand toward his daughter as if shooing her away.