+welcome to the twelfth legion
stella-sharpnel, saviorofolympus, magictoolbelt, seaweedprince, themikaelsonsister
When Reyna was busy, she was swamped. Up to her neck in paperwork that she really did not want to do, having to respond to requests and demands--she was frustrated and irritated and just really needed a secretary to do all of this crap for her. She'd have pushed it off on Octavian had she not been terrified he would have run her camp into the ground and blamed it on her.
The knock at her door brought her both anxiety and relief--anxiety because it could have been the blond augur himself, come to irritate the praetor further, but relief because it was something besides paperwork.
"You may enter."








