Coriolanus Snow was cunning, he knew how to get what he craved. Power and control always in the palm of his hand. When you started dating at 17 he was different, he was loving, affectionate; but now you just didn’t know if it was all apart of his game all along, to string you along and keep you to himself.

Now he was President and almost unrecognisable. His distance, his coldness, it all slowly broke your heart and yet you stayed, he said he needed you. How could you leave when those meaningless lies left those pretty lips? He used his affection as a poison, gave it when he wanted something, used it against you when he needed.

But you weren’t blind and yet still stayed, he was your husband, the Coriolanus Snow you had been with for 7 years so you swallowed your pride and stood by his side. How you wished something mattered to him.