(Previously, you saved Luke from being killed by a cyclops. While using an explosive device to save him, you lost your hearing. When you were going through your bag to find ambrosia, Luke was blabbing on, probably in shock, about how you were a "dream girl" and that he should serve you until he saves your life. He didn't realize that you had used the ambrosia during his monologue and caught the last parts where he "confessed his love" and mentioned being a manservant. So, now, you have a manservant. Congrats.)

You and Luke journeyed to camp through the forest after the attack. The leaves in the trees rustled as the cool wind blew and the leaves on the ground crunched beneath your feet.

Luke remained silent since his monologue where he said that you were his dream girl and that he owed you. Maybe he was embarrassed that he was saved by a girl (Which would be a really crappy reason because Annabeth saved Percy's butt about a hundred times so a girl saving a guy really shouldn't be so surprising). Maybe he was embarrassed that you heard him singing Shirley Temple. Maybe he was scared of how much of what he said you heard. All he knew was that you you heard the manservant part.

Even though he didn't seem to want to start a conversation, you ignored it. You figured that he was a manservant, so his feelings didn't matter.

"It's been a long time since I last saw you." You slightly cocked your head as you looked at him. "I doubt that you would remember me."

"Of course I do," he quickly told you. "You were that girl that I helped with sword fighting. You were hilariously bad, barely able to lift the sword, in the beginning, but you got better," he rambled some other things that were vague. Luke felt obligated to convince you that he remembered you because he didn't want to have a bad start with his new boss.

"Right, it's fine if you don't remember me. That was eight years ago? Nine? I don't quite remember," you sighed.

"Nine years? What year is it?"

You told him.

"Oh."

"I was eight when I got here and you were that really cool councilor everyone liked. I don't quite remember anything about the whole Titan War." He flinched when you mentioned the war. "I was about ten when you came to me, offering me a chance to make something of myself and get back at my godly parent."

Luke looked away.

"It's all fine now. I'm thankful that you offered me the position. You told me about the 'other side,' as you called it since it was secret, so I was able to prepare for it. I stocked up on food and made this whole secret bunker. My godly parent blessed me and allowed me to live plentiful in the bunker. Once signs showed up of the war getting physical, I hid," you explained. "Honestly, I don't remember anything."

"Thanks for trying to make me feel better, but you forgot who my dad is," he looked at you.

He was right. The whole "I don't remember anything because I wasn't there" act was just you trying to cover up the memories. You thought pretending to not remember would make him feel less self conscious of his past. You thought pretending would help you to forgive him. You thought by feigning ignorance, you could be ignorant.

"Now that I know how old you were, I remember you," he said. "I'm sorry."

"Manservant," you stated as a way to remind him that he was below you. You felt this sudden perk of anger against him. "Don't you lie to me. I want an honest answer. Why? Why would you tell Kronos about me? Why did you tell him that you tried to recruit me? Why couldn't you just leave me out of it, like a requested?"

Luke heaved a heavy breath.

"Answer me, now. I'm not giving you time to come up with a lie," you demanded.

"I'm sorry. I was upset with you because you were the only one that turned me down," he explained. "I had a 100% success rate with recruitment, but you messed it up. So I told Kronos that there was someone that may need a little encouragement to join our side or stay silent."

"And he chose the 'stay silent' part, didn't he?" you remarked.

"He told me that he was encouraging you to join our side. I was fine with it because I wanted a 100% success rate with recruitment. I didn't realize that he was going to create a curse like that..."

You glared at him. "Did you know that he came to me in a dream? He told me what was going to happen. Do you know what curse he threatened me with?" you growled.

"I don't need to know," he requested.

"No. I had to deal with the curse. You can deal with knowing it. He give me a hexed infection on my toes. He told me that for every day that I didn't get back with you, the infection would spread another inch. It would spread until it it reaches my heart, which by the time it did, I would be wishing that I was dead. I was ten," you told him. "Do you know what I had to do?"

"I cannot begin to tell you how ashamed I am of what I did," he began to apologize, but you shook your head.

"No, sir. That is not what happened," you said before stopping the journey. "Look," you said as you lifted your pant leg to show him a (y/f/c) prosthetic ankle. "Look at what I had to do." (To stop the infection from spreading, you had to have the infected area and a bit more. You lost your feet.)

Luke could only look for a second before he looked away. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't bring my feet back," you told him. 

Luke turned away, but even a child of Hermes could not hide that much guilt.

You put your hand on his shoulder, realizing that he regretted the his past. "So, now that you know the truth, allow me to let you in on my coping mechanism that allows me to move on. As far as I am concerned, I was not involved in the Titan War. I was in the forest, making a bunker, where Kronos could not find me. I lost my feet in bear traps in the woods. Got it?"

He nodded, turning back to you. "And this is the first time I've ever talked to you. I never attempted to take advantage of your adolescence to gain more soldiers," he said, creating his own reality. You smiled, glad that your coping technique seemed to help him.

"You're my manservant and you love it," you added.

He smiled back at you. He was such a good liar that he was able to convince himself that his reality was reality. He held his hand out to you as he said, "Is that an order?"

Your smile widened as you took his hand. "Yes." 

(This book may seem weird like "Where is the kissing and the cuddling?" I feel like I am more of a storyteller rather than a fluffy writer. I feel like Rick Riordan was the same way, no longer it took five books until Percy and Annabeth kissed.)