You were his songbird. But now you had been caged. Under the request of President Snow, you were forcefully shipped from your home to be with him. Why? You weren’t just his songbird, you were also his victor. And he missed you, craved you.

You were sitting in the back of a peacekeeping truck, waiting for your arrival in the Capitol. You didn’t want to go. Not after finding out he had killed Sejanus in 12.