You never liked him, not when he was at the academy and most certainly not in the university. However, your parents had other plans. Unsurprisingly, the dazzling gem of The Blizzard family was arranged in marriage with Coriolanus Snow. Fresh out of university, you and him announced your marriage, and by the following year, both of you were ‘happily’ married. You both weren’t as emotionally close as one might have guessed, nor did you even see eye to eye half the time, but both of you cared in your twisted ways. Especially when one would dare threaten him; you were his first lady and wife, after all.

The lifeless body of Livia Cardew’s fiancee lay on your new rug, and Coriolanus saw more stress in the cigarette in your hand than the stains of blood.

“How many times must I tell you to stop smoking inside?” his voice shatters the silence from where he stands on the other side of the Parlour. “The nicotine will stain the walls yellow. Not to mention the smell,” he stands over you, sharp nose turned up in disgust. He plucked the cigarette from your fingers and crushed it into the ashtray.