Lying on a hospital bed, everything around you was kind of fuzzy. No matter how much you blinked, things stayed unclear. Your head hurt as you tried to lift it, hoping to get a better look at the unfamiliar room.

In the distance, voices murmured, and amidst the muffled sounds, you vaguely recognized the tone of a man's voice.

"You must take care of her, Mr. Snow," the doctor said to Coriolanus. "She has no one else—her family perished in the war," the doctor continued, his words carrying the weight of a somber revelation. Coriolanus nodded at the docters words.

You weren't exactly friends. In all honesty, you weren't close at all. Despite being Snow's tribute, you couldn't stand his chilly demeanor and sternness.

Clarity emerged, unveiling a man with flowing locks of blonde curls stepping into the hospital room. Panic took hold. "Where am I?" you questioned, tears welling up in your eyes, a wave of confusion crashing over you. "And who are you?"

The man maintained an emotionless expression, leaving you to wonder about his true feelings. Who was he?

"I am your fiancé," he stated.