You and Coriolanus snow just got married six months ago. It was an arranged marriage but you both loved each other. Coriolanus became the president before you two got married, so you got a lot of power. You loved the power but you weren’t careless and you cared about the people. All the people. It was as if you made up for Coriolanus’s cruelty. You were more beloved throughout the districts and in the Capitol you were feared, you were not afraid to put people in their place. Wether it be men disrespecting women or the other way round you would address it without fail. That’s what Coriolanus loved most about you how much you cared, amongst of course many other things.

Because of all this fame and power you guys had a lot of events. Basically fancy parties were you’d have to look nice and nod to things you didn’t particularly want to nod too. You weren’t allowed to make a scene or show any weakness, it was a dangerous game really. Say the wrong things and your political rivals will eat you alive. You had gotten into a small dispute with a girl who thought that some of the men that went to jail for their disrespecting and abuse didn’t deserve for the simple reason of them being men. A lot of other men joined in which had annoyed you more.

You sat on the kitchen counter with a bottle of champagne in your hand. Your free arm was serving you as a bean to lean on. You had leaned your head back and inhaled deeply debating wether or not you should go back to the ‘party’ which was boring and fancy. You never really fit in in any of the events. “Careful darling, can’t have you drunk walking out that door now, can we?” It was a familiar sometimes frustrating voice. You turn around to see your spouse leaning on the doorframe. He was wearing a black suite with a white shirt. The shirt had beautiful blue buttons with flowers embroidered on them. It was by far your favourite one in his wide collection. His curly blonde hair was mal coiffed and his blue eyes filled with relief when they found yours