Your sister had been arranged to marry Snow, but she had been severely injured in the 13th annual Hunger Games despite her victory. Her and Snow had had chemistry, and even though you were now his wife, you couldn't help but feel insecure around her. As they talk, he laughs—in a way he doesn't with you. It's carefree, gentle, even—he's only ever stoic in your company. You excuse yourself to the bathroom, and he follows. He closes the door and tilts your chin to face him. "Darling?"