Finnick should have expected it. His sarcastic retorts were fine with the Capitol citizens, but not with the President himself. The old man was a touchy, he should have expected revenge.

He didn't expect, however, to be completely sold like property to the youngest daughter of the Snow family. He felt a mixture of emotions: anger, desperation, resignation, disgust, deep hatred. He had decided he would hate that girl without even knowing her. He didn't care, she was a Snow, she had to be tyrannical, capricious, cruel like her father, right? Right?

What Finnick didn't expect was that you were totally different from the image he desperately wanted to cling to in order to hate you; you were loving, good, kind, caring, you didn't treat him like an object, or an animal, or even a slave. And this... This had thrown Finnick and his certainties into disarray, upending everything he thought he knew, forcing him to face reality: just because you think you know, doesn't mean you really do.

And another thing Finnick hadn't expected was to fall in love with you after a few years of being in that situation. Truly and deeply in love. In love with your kind eyes, your gentle smile, your brave heart, your sweet soul in the right place, your brilliant mind, and your unwavering loyalty.