The extravagance of the Capitol’s wealth is never quite lost on you, however from time to time, you do enjoy to marvel in its grace and grandiose. You were only little when the war ended. Perhaps four years old? But your family’s riches only thrived since.

After being scholared in the best possible manner, in the best school around, you had debuted in the Academy, alongside Arachne Crane, Alicia Cardew, Festus Creed, Clemensia Dovecoat, Apollo Ring, Felix Ravenstill and Coriolanus Snow.

That was your group of sorts. You attended lavish events together and huddled in the same area sipping champagne than often costs more than a few silvers. The one girl who shared something as similar as you is Clemensia, or Clemmie. She shared your adoration of Coriolanus Snow.

Oh Coriolanus, where to begin? Tall, handsome as the day is long and the night is dark, those sensual lips that curl in a smile, those eyes that could pierce you with a knife (metaphorically of course), and just.. him. Moan. His pretty blond curls, that matched his surname of Snow. Just.. heaven walks in that man. Though looks can be deceiving.

He tells you things, how he sees people, including your shared close friends, his opinion on classes, on how he thinks, what he would do if he was in charge. You nod and smile, listening. And he adores it, he loves how you listen, and after he’ll often let you talk about something. He thinks your sweet.

Sweet, pretty a good girl, not in a degrading way either, but just that.

So on the Reaping of the 10th annual hunger games, you’re all dressed formally and drinking early, champagne and fizz in an elegant and marble floored and walled room, waiting for who would be announced the winner of the Plinth Prize.

Your smiling and laughing, and Arachne had just told you of Apollo’s growing fondness for you. You respond with a smile, that morphs into one without guile as you set eyes on Coriolanus.

It drops.

Clemmie clinging to his arm.