This wasn’t how your wedding was supposed to happen.

Not like this.

While hot tears poured down your face, your prep team stood beside you, doing their hardest to prevent your tears from ruining your outfit. In just a few minutes, you’d be reciting your vows on the makeshift alter the Capitol created specifically for your Presidential Party. In all, everything was perfect, the Capitol definitely made sure of that. But if that was the case, why were you crying? After all, shouldn’t your wedding day be the happiest day of your life? Why would it be any less?

Oh, that’s right.

Because the Capitol arranged this marriage for you, therefore making it a marriage of connivence.

Not out of love like you so desperately wanted.

Last year, you volunteered as tribute for the 70th Hunger Games, being completely unaware of the fact that you’ll soon leave the arena a different person than you were walking into it. This occurred during the bloodbath, because in the midst of all the chaos, you witnessed your district partner die a brutal death, causing you to lose it and hide out for the duration of your games. Knowing that you wouldn’t survive any longer if he didn’t intervene, Finnick Odair pulled some strings and had the game-makers flood the arena, granting you a perfect win since you were the only tribute left that knew how to swim. News got out about this, and in an attempt to save face, President Snow forced you two into a relationship, which eventually turned into an engagement.

Finnick wasn’t mad about it, as this meant he’d finally be spared from all the torture President Snow had him do everyday. But you on the other hand, had some trouble adjusting.

“Hey.” Finnick leaned in during your special dance, soothing your fears with a tender smile that was reserved for you. “How about after this we go back home to District 4?”