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I stared outside my window as the maids fixed up my hair, trying to keep it tidy and slick. Good luck with that, I thought. I pulled my collar and shirt in hope to make it looser. From by window I could see the carriages, and the bouquets of flowers. Everyone was doing last minute preparations for the wedding.

"Its done, your highness," said one of the maids.

"Try not to mess it up again if you know whats best for you," warned the other maid. I nodded them off and waited for them to be as far away as possible. As soon as I could no longer here their steps I messed up my black hair. I walked up to the mirror and inspected my hair as it always is, messy. I grinned and took a seat in the wooden chair by the window. I fixed the red velvet cape slung over my shoulders, and played with the long white sleeved shirt with frilly cuffs underneath it. I couldn't wait for the wedding to end so I could rip the cuffs off. But I knew I couldn't do that, someone will notice and give me a lecture, explaining how its traditional for my wedding and all that blah, blah, blah. Yeah, thats right, an eighteen year old Prince already getting married off to another Princess. Even though it started as an arranged married, I started to fall for her, Rachel Elizabeth. Her smile always warmed me up when I had to wear this ridiculous clothing or when I was banned from seeing my horse Blackjack (That was a very painful experience). Her green eyes met mine, like we were mean't to be together. I knew we were always mean't to be together.

"Hey Buddy," Grover said as he walked in with a shirt identical to mine. "Hows it going."

I looked at him. "Not bad actually, I'm just afraid to trip over while in this cape."

"You better not, especially since you have the whole kingdom's eyes on you," laughed Grover.

"I will try not to, hopefully," I said with a tinge of doubt in my voice.

One of the maids knocked on my door. "You are expected down at the church Prince Percy." I nodded my head and she ran off.

"Looks like we better get down there," said Grover. I stood up from my seat but couldn't move.

"Ummm, Grover," I pleaded. "I'm stuck to the chair." Grover came rushing over, trying to fix the seat problem.

"Your cape stuck to it," Grover observed. "Got your sword." I grabbed my sword (Riptide) and handed it to Grover. He started to saw away, normally it shouldn't have taken that long, but a huge clump of the cape was stuck to the chair.

"Don't tell me I have to take a chair to my wedding," I asked.

"You better hope not," Grover panted. "Its still not working."

"Let me try," I asked.

"No, I can do it."

"Just let me have a go."

"I've got this."

"I doesn't look like it."

"I'm halfway through."

"I can do it now."

"No you can't." I tried to snatch the sword from him but he just moved it out of the way. I lunged again and sent Grover falling backwards and the sword clattered against the ground. The sword wasn't very far away so I saw my chance. I scooted my chair closer to the sword and tried to lean forward, as far as I could go. It was right at my finger tips. Until I could feel one of the front chair legs wobble, and it soon gave out. I fell the ground with a loud thud, but I didn't hurt that much since I fell right on top of Grover.

Grover groaned. "Seriously dude!"

"Sorry!" I said as my hands curled around the Riptide's handle. I tried to get up but Grover lunged for the sword, it flew out of my hands, right through the window. We rushed to the window and looked over the edge. The Riptide came hurtling down toward three ladies with puffy dresses. They let out a scream as the Riptide clattered on the ground (still intact, somehow). OOOPPPS!

"Sorry!" Grover shouted from the window. The three ladies still in shock ran to the church for the wedding, wait the WEDDING!

"Grover!" I shouted. "The wedding and we still have the chair problem, well half a chair." Grover let out a frenzy of curse words. Grover looked at me, and I knew he had an idea. He backed up and did a running jump and landed on the chair. The chair smashed everywhere, but I leg was still caught on the cape. But I didn't care.

"Nice going, but the wedding," I said nervously. Grover and I hurled down the stairs trying to avoid all the maids carrying the food for the after party. We could hear the CLOP! CLOP! CLOP! Of the chair leg on my cape. Grover and I bashed into all the maids which sent the food platter sprawling into the air. Some landed on Grover's head.

"Sorry!" I shouted. But in response was just a grunt. We made our way to the church and we could hear the music playing. OHHH NO!

"Grover the music has started!" I said.

"The side exit!" Grover shouted in response. We sprinted towards the doors on the side. I turned around but no one was there. We found the doors and shoved them open. There was everyone looking at my father, Poseidon (yes, he was named after the sea god) and my mother, Sally. And as soon as I entered everyone looked at me, mostly with disapproving looks. I stood there frozen until my Father motioned me towards Rachel. Rachel was standing by the Priest with her red hair pulled back in an elegant bun. She had a white long sleeve wedding dress that went down to her feet and got bigger as it creeped down to the floor. She smiled at me, with that smile I always love. I walked towards her and grabbed her hand, giving her a gentle squeeze. I stood across from her holding her hand as the Priest said the vows.

"Do you Princess Rachel Elizabeth thou have this Man to thy wedded husband," The Priest said. " Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?"

Rachel smiled at me. "I do."

"Do you Prince Perseus thou have this Woman to thy wedded wife," the Priest said. "Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?"

I looked at her, her green eyes were digging into my soul. Her warmth spreading through me. I loved this girl, and she is mine.

"I do," I smiled.

"And now," The Priest announced. I looked at the Priest expectantly, waiting for the kiss. "You may now kiss-" An arrow whizzed past my head and lodged into the Priest robes, right where his heart was. He collapsed to the ground, his white robe stained with blood. I went for my sword, but remembered it flew out the window. I scanned the room as furies of cries arose in the air, looking for the attacker. Which was nowhere to be seen. Soldiers put down their weapons, my Dad shielded my Mum with his body. I grabbed Rachel's hand and pulled her close to my body, her warm body pressed against my waist. Than suddenly BOOM! The church doors opened and a figure came in riding a horse, straight towards. The hooves echoing against the cold hard floor. The figure's white cloak covered the figure's body (sorry for the bad description, you can find the idea of what the figure is wearing by looking at the Assassin creed outfit that Ezio has in Brotherhood.), a belt was around his/her waist. But I saw a wave of blonde hair settle on the figure's right shoulder and grey eyes looking at me.

"Get behind me Rachel," I shouted. She got behind me as I shielded her from the figure. The figure jumped off the horse gracefully and tackled me to the ground.

"Percy!" I heard Rachel's strangled cry. The figure was on top of me holding the golden dagger to my throat. I tried to knock the figure off but all he/she would do is press the dagger harder against my throat. I struggled for breath but the figure grabbed me by the collar of by shirt and lifted me up and pressed the cold, dagger against by neck.

"One move from any of you," the figure said sternly with a feminine voice. Wait, she's a girl? She looked at everyone with those intense grey intense eyes. "And he gets it." She pressed the dagger harder against my throat making me see black dots dancing across my eyes.

"Please," My mother stood up and begged with tears flooding down her cheeks. My Father stood by here side. "What do you want, we will give you anything. Money, even the Kingdom. Just don't take our son."

"Sorry M'am, not an option," she said with no sympathy in her voice. "Maybe you should give all that money on the people who are suffering in your village, since you seem to have soooo much to give me for your son." My mother looked down, ashamed. I smile curled up against the figures lips. My Father left his seat and came towards us with a sword in his hand. The figure immediately turned and pressed the dagger even harder against my neck. I gasped for breaths.

"Just leave my son alone and no one gets hurt," my Father warned while approaching the figure. "Just leave!"

"I warned you!" screamed the figure. The figure lifted her dagger and brought it down across my cheek. I winced and groaned in pain as the blood trickled down my face. "If you let us leave, he won't get hurt anymore than he should be." My Father stared at her, and looked down with guilt.

"Go, just don't harm him, guards open the doors," Poseidon said looking like he was about to cry. The church doors creaked as they opened.

"Dad," I croaked. My Father didn't look at me.

"Percy!," My Mum screamed. Her tear streaked face came into view. Poseidon tried to calm her down but it didn't work. "Percy! NO! PERCY! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING! PERCY!"

The figure half dragged me towards the door still keeping her blood stained dagger across my neck. We exited out the door with no one following us, but I could still hear my mother's cries.

"Who are you?" I croaked.

"Thats none of you business," the figure snapped back. The figure led me to a carriage that wasn't far away. There we approached three other hooded figures, with outfits identical to my captor.

"I see you got him," said a hooded figure in a manly voice. "Lets go before-" An arrow whizzed past his head and shouts of soldiers were heard near by, coming straight towards us.

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