Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games Trilogy. Suzanne Collins does and she's the author.

Author's Note: Of course Katniss will be OOC in this story and so will Snow because of how their roles and personalities will be different. I know there are stories like this with Katniss being Snow's daughter, but I really wanted to write one of my own. I remember I wrote something similar like this before, but I deleted it when I didn't like how it was turning it out. I hope you guys will enjoy reading this story, and please leave a review! I accept anonymous reviews, too! :)


Today was my eighteenth birthday. According to the laws of Panem, I am an official adult. I could throw a huge birthday party for myself. Invite all of my friends and have a huge cake that could feed millions. I don't like birthday parties for myself; I hate the attention and spotlight. I get that enough from being the daughter of President Snow.

However, I know I'm supposed to have one. The paparazzi would go crazy over it and take pictures of the event and myself. They do invade my privacy, but I couldn't stop them. Everyone expected me to have a big party anyway so, I couldn't say no.

It was time for breakfast when I woke up. I thought the Avox would have brought my food in by now. I always request to eat in bed in the morning and my parents never objected. Maybe the Avox were late, so I won't be mean to them.

The Avoxes don't deserve to get treated horribly after what they've gone through. When I was seven, I didn't know what really happened to the person who became an Avox. I always believed they're just our slaves. My best friend had to tell me what happened to them. They would get severely tortured until they're forced to be mute by having their own tongues sliced off.

So, Avoxes deserve better treatment than even I do.

Someone knocked on my door after I got done in the shower. I was in my silky black robe, and I was drying my hair with my towel. I opened the door and saw a boy Avox who seemed to be twelve.

There was my breakfast served on an elegant silver tray. My food was covered with a lid and I instructed the Avox where to put it.

"You can set it on my nightstand."

The Avox went and did what I just ordered him. I couldn't say my bedroom was perfectly clean all the time, but the surfaces of the furniture were not dusty. I just had clothing that's lazily on the floor.

"And you can do my laundry." I also told him and he started to pick up my dirty and smelly clothes.

I knew there's a lot so, I put down my towel for my hair and went to help him. He paused for a minute to stare at me as if he's confused, but still did his job. I helped him put my clothing into the waste basket that's on the floor I sometimes I forget to use.

He gathered my dirty and smelly clothing into the basket and waited for more instructions, but I didn't have any.

"Thank you..." I wanted to say his name, but I never knew any of their names. I recognized his facial features such as his gray eyes, dark hair, and olive toned skin.

He was surprised to hear me thank him which I knew is rare. People who was in the same class of society like I am don't really acknowledge them or thank them. We just treat them as our servants and they're supposed to be obedient. My father always disapprove of me if I do thank the Avoxes or would help them with a small task like gathering the plates together after we're done eating our meal, or cleaning a mess on the floor like someone spilled their drink. I always get scolded for that by my parents.

"What's your name? Can you write it down for me?" I get out a notebook of mine from the drawer of my nightstand. I ripped out a page, and got a pencil, and hand it to him.

He looked like he didn't know what to do with it at first. He was conflicted if he should do it, but I comfort him.

"It's okay. You can write down your name."

It took him for a while to, but hesitantly, he grabbed the pen and wrote down in his name. I move the loose leaf paper around so I could read his handwriting.

Rory

I smiled sweetly at him. "Rory. That's nice. What's your last name?'

There were many emotions on his face then. I saw that he looked at me in fear, sadness, and confusion. He was almost going to cry, but I couldn't let that happen. I had to think of something quick.

"Don't you remember it?"

He shook his head.

Avoxes get tortured to the point where they suffer through memory loss. I'm surprised the poor boy even knows his name.

"That's okay. All I wanted was your first name," He seemed to have calm down. "You may leave now."

While I was eating in bed, I let my hair down drying. My breakfast was apple pie pancakes with bacon and poached eggs. There was a glass of orange juice as well. It was a very filling breakfast and I almost ate it all. I normally don't have breakfasts like this big, but since it was my birthday, I could literally have anything I want.

There were no classes I had to go today. I don't go to school, but I had tutors. No musical lessons I have to go to either because those were cancelled for today; I play the piano and the cello. Not any instruments I prefer to play, but I only do it to please my parents.

Hmmm...what to do today?

I decided to go to my own private archery room. It's high tech and my targets are pixelated and move around. They shatter until I hit the target which I aim perfectly on the dot every single time.

When I would get tired of that scene, I could change the environment on a pad to be in the meadow. This was my safe haven place even though it's artificially made, but it's done very realistically like in the arena.

I've been interested in archery when I saw tributes from the Hunger Games use the bow and arrows. That was my favorite weapon. Some people were great at it and others were not so much. I believe I'm so much better than anyone.

I used to have an instructor, but now that I am at an advanced level, there's no need for me to have one. I could go in here on my own after passing the security code.

After about two hours, that's when I stopped. I went upstairs and decide to relax after practice. I picked up a book on my shelf to read and sit down on my chair at the corner near the window.

During the middle of my reading, my telephone rang and I answered it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hello, Katniss," My best friend, Despina, greeted me in her Capitol accent.

I've met Despina when I was going to ballet dance lessons. I've stopped going when I was fourteen because the other girls were mean. Despina was the only normal one there, and she was forced to go to dance lessons by her parents, too. We've been best friends ever since.

She also hated her name with a passion. Capitol parents always name their children such odd and strange names. My name was after a plant. Mother was always fascinated with plants and flowers that she even has her own garden. My father had one, too, but his was artificial, and he was very fond of roses.

"Happy birthday!"

I smiled. "Thank you. What's going on with you?"

"It's your birthday, so we should go down to the city and have a shopping spree!" She was excited about that, and I am, too.

I do hate shopping, but with Despina, she always made things fun. She gave her true opinions on my clothing which I like.

"I'll ask my parents about it." I replied.

"Oh, Katniss! You know they'll say yes!"

"You're right, but it's better to ask them anyway."

"Your party tonight is going to be even much more awesome than it was on your Sweet Sixteen."

"Yeah, that was pretty fun," I recalled. "I think I am getting too old for birthday parties."

"No you're not, Katniss. You just hate your own."

"Oh, you know me so well." I smirked.

"Shut up," She said playfully. "Let me know if you can shop with me. We can get you a dress for your party."

"You know I have a personal stylist, Despina. Remember Cinna?"

"Oh, yeah, right!"

Cinna was the newest stylist for the tributes in District 12 of all places. He was now my own, too. He had an amazing talent for designing fashion. It's why my parents approved of him, and so do I. He's not like all the other Capitol citizens which I like. He's normal.

"My dress has already been made for me months ago and is hanging in my closet." I informed her.

"Oh, well, we can look for more dresses."

"I hate dresses, Despina, you know that." I sighed.

"You should start wearing a lot of girlier clothing, Katniss!" She encouraged, but I roll my eyes.

"And you should start being less talkative." I remarked sarcastically.

"Ha, ha, ha...very funny." She said dryly. "Anyway, let me know if you can go and call me back."

"Okay. Bye, Despina."

"Goodbye, Katniss." I hung up on her.

When it was lunch time, I went to the dining room where my family was. Avoxes were on standby near the wall in case if we needed something. There's my family sitting by the table and my father was at the head of the chair as always. My oldest thirty eight year old brother, Augustus, was with his wife, Sabina, and they had a twelve year old daughter named, Ophelia. She was like a little sister to me and I felt a lot closer to her than I do with her mother. I always felt like Sabina wanted to be Augustus' wife for the money, attention, and status.

Thirty three years old, Priscilla, sat in between Augustus on his right side and Briar was on her left. He's ten years older than me. Priscilla and Briar was married and had a family of their own. I've heard before by my siblings that I'm an accident because my parents had me at an old age.

"Hello, Katniss." I was greeted by my family with smiling and happy faces.

Little Ophelia was the first to get up, and hug me. I hugged her back, too. Then she went back to her seat. She always wanted me to sit next to her.

"Now, you are a fully grown woman, Katniss." My mother got up from her chair to hug me and so I did. Then she kissed me on both of my cheeks.

My father was next and he hugged me, too. Before we let go, I hear him speaking in my ear in a low voice that only I would hear.

"Your mother and I like to talk to you after lunch." He said and let me go.

I went to sit with my niece, Ophelia, wondering what they could want.

For lunch, was one of my favorite meals. It's lamb stew with spring vegetables, and with nice crunchy slices of bread, and a salad. Red wine was served for the adults including myself as well. Father made a toast for me to honor my birthday, and then we finally ate.

While we're eating and talking, Ophelia asked a question about the Hunger Games. I'm surprised she actually likes it, but I helped her to cover her eyes during the violent and scary parts. This anniversary would be the seventy fourth and the Quarter Quell.

"What is the arena for this year's Hunger Games, Granddad?"

"You know that is top secret information." He told her, but we all knew he'll give in and tell her.

"Can you please tell me?" She asked sweetly with a smile.

"Alright, but promise me that you won't tell anyone."

"I promise."

"It'll be a forest, lake, and wheat field." He revealed.

"That's so cool."

Last year was a snowy landscape and mountains. Gem from District One won the Games. She was very deceiving and cunning; acted as if she was stupid and ditzy, but in the end, she turned out to be the smartest and strongest one.

Secretly, I don't really like the Hunger Games. It's a horrible way for us to get entertained. Innocent people would die in the most brutal way. It's very hard for me to watch it. When I was younger, it gave me nightmares. For a family gathering, we sit and watch the games together in the television room. My siblings made bets on which tribute would win.

"I hope they'll be cool mutts this year."

"There will be."

Ophelia kept talking more about the Hunger Games, but I couldn't participate. Unless if I did, I would voice my problems about it, but I could never say something like that.

"Mother, may I go shopping with Despina?"

After dabbing her mouth with her napkin, she replied. "Yes, Katniss, but please return home by four so Cinna can get ready for your party."

"I will."

When we were all done eating, I was the only one who couldn't leave yet because of what my parents needed to tell me.

"My dear, Katniss, you are now a grown woman like your mother said, so we believe it's time for you to settle down and get married." My father began the conversation.

Throughout my life, my parents always made decisions for me. All those lessons I had to go to and being tutored. Not going to a private school like the other children.

How could they have a say about this?

"What if I don't want to get married and have children?" I asked.

My mother looked at me as if I'm being ridiculous. "What on earth makes you want that for a life? Your siblings are already married and have families. We expect that from you, too."

"But this shouldn't be your decision to make. It is my life. I'm only eighteen and I don't want to get married right now-"

"Katniss, my plans for you are already in motion," My father said sternly giving me a hard and serious look. "Don't make this difficult."

"What plans do you have?" I wondered.

"Since this year is the Quarter Quell, there are changes obviously. For your birthday present from your mother and I, you shall have a husband. Your husband will be a Victor from this year's Hunger Games. You will have a choice as to who he is. The ages would be eighteen through twenty three years old as I feel that would be appropriate."

I...I couldn't believe it.

My future husband will have to be in this horrible game and have to go through such trauma and torture? Other guys would have to die, too, if I picked one.

I don't think I could do this...

"What if he dies during the Games?" I asked with worry and concern.

"That won't happen when we know who you choose. He will be protected and gifts will be given to him."

"When I do choose, will he know?"

"No one will know," He made a small half little smirk. "Think of it as a surprise for the audience and for the young man until the end."

"When I choose him, all the other men will die because of me." I felt awful at that morbid thought.

"Don't think of it as that way, Katniss," Mother tried to encourage. "You're going to have twenty four young men waiting to marry you-"

"They'll be forced to marry me against their will. Just like I am." I remarked.

In a way, this was almost like an arranged marriage. I knew I have a lot of admirers, but that's something I don't take advantage of or feel flattered even unlike how my sister had.

"Katniss," My father said sounding stern again. "Don't be ungrateful. This will happen whether you like it or not."

"What if I won't like them? What if we just end up hating each other?" I exclaimed angrily.

"The young men would take a compatibility test. Whoever ends up relating to you the most will have their names be in the reaping automatically. The other young men who don't match with you won't be in, but they still have to attend the ceremony," A creepy smile appeared on his face like he's delighted. "It's one of our little secrets."

"We thought this will make you happy." My mother attempted to persuade me to feel guilty.

"It doesn't," I stood up angrily from my chair, glaring at all of them. "Not when everyone is going to die because I won't choose them as my husband. When my husband will live, we will be forced to love each other. It's not fair!"

I stormed off in a huff up into my bedroom and slammed the door.