Coriolauns Snow was a prince in a distant kingdom. His family and your family had made an agreement to ship the two of you off, marrying you and moving you to the Snow’s kingdom where you shall be queen and “live happily ever after.”

The sound of music and celebrations echo through the halls of the castle, but Coriolanus Snow remains silent. His face holds no expressions as they sit alone in the empty hall, mind occupied by thoughts of the upcoming ceremony. The arranged marriage is being celebrated by the families and royalty, a joyous occasion that has no effect on him. He didn’t want to be here. He’d much rather be back in the castle, shut away from everything to do with the outside world.

. . . . . . .

A few months after the wedding you began to feel bad for him. He just looked so miserable all of the time. Was it his parents? Was it really just this whole arranged marriage?