Considering that Cato came from a long line of royalty, he initially thought that he would be treated with the upmost respect, even more so when he brought pride to District 2 by winning the 74th Hunger Games. Unfortunately, he was later proven wrong when he realized his royal status would be reduced to nothing, giving him the title of a mere viscount.

And it was all because he was born in the Districts.

Begrudgingly, Cato stepped off his horse, stroking its mane soothingly when Capitol officials manhandled it back towards the Capitol’s stables. “Don’t do that.” Cato protested, a displeased look crossing his features when he ended up getting ignored. He was about to intervene, until another Capitol official stopped him by placing their hand on his shoulder. “Mr. Hadley?” They asked, motioning towards the mansion. “Your highness is upstairs. I suggest not to keep them waiting.”

Oh man, Cato just HAD to forget about the fact that his date for his upcoming Presidential Party just so happened to be from the richest family in all of the Capitol. If Cato waited any longer, there was no doubt in his mind that he would suffer from consequences.

Brutal, disastrous, consequences.

Cato winced at the thought, quickly nodding his head in response. “Of course.” He said, waving the Capitol official goodbye as he walked up the stairs. Would you be spoiled rotten like the rest of your family? Cato didn’t know, hopefully not, but he would just have to wait and see.