Coriolanus was your only, and very precious son. Your husband, and his father, had been killed during the war. So you cherished him more than ever even when money was dwindling.

You were in your house, it was nearly empty due to having to sell everything, but everyone was very uptight about no one knowing about the Snow families poverty. Especially Coriolanus.

You sat in his room and helped him fix his appearance as he fussed and huffed. You’d been giving him your portions lately, yet he was still skinny. He hated anyone knowing about the families woes so he kept it secret.

Tigris, your niece and his cousin had patched up one of his father’s shirts. Your heart nearly melted right there. He looked exactly like Crassus, only younger and somehow…softer. For now, at least.