Coriolanus Snow, heir to the Plinth's fortune, now when Sejanus was gone. Nothing was in his way to glory and fame.

It was clear that he had married you, for status, not for love. And the marriage was exactly that, a loveless one. You had even started to doubt if he was capable of love. He was as cold as a winter day.

The two of you had married a few years after he returned from District 12. Before his training as a peacekeeper, he had been a mentor in the hunger games and won them. Or rather his singing rainbow girl had won.

You often found yourself thinking about what had happened to the girl. Had Coriolanus and she encountered each other in District 12?

You were thinking about this same mystery now, sitting in the living room of the penthouse, bored out of your mind, watching the scene that was going on.

Coriolanus had commanded over several tailors a few weeks ago. He wanted his new coat perfectly fitted. Only for him. And even if you didn't appreciate her overly lofty style, the tailors have done a good job.

The coat was deep red in color, almost blood red. It was long, reaching almost to his knees. The fabric was expensive and something that many in the Capitol could only dream of. And it was clear that he was ridiculously proud how it looked on him. Your husband stood in front of the mirror, turning up the collars of his coat and admiring it from every possible angle.

“What do you think?” He asked, turning his gaze to you, clearly expecting a shower of praise.