Authors Note : I always feel so cool calling myself an author. haha. Anyways I know i do them a lot but there aren't many HG fanfics about arranged marriages ( the exception of Katniss and Peeta ) so I'm sorta addicted to these so i write alot of them. So in this Clove and Cato are royalty. They don't really know each other. Clove (15) has an older sister called Callie (18) and Cato (18) has a little sister called Lola (9). Cloves mum is dead but Catos are still both alive. Callie is married to a Lord called Vincent (20) and Is the future Queen of Panem. Clove is the princess of Panem and Cato is the Prince of the Capitol ( much richer than Panem ). Just wanted to say that now but will probably be covered in the story. BTW this will always be told in Cloves pov. Sorry for people who hate AN and skip them ( i ussualy do ) but i felt like i needed to cover these.
Chapter 1
"Rise and shine, Princess!" I hear as a blinding light fills the room. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Princess Clove Furnham of Panem. I am 15 years old and my birthday is on February 25 ( currently May 17 ). I have an older sister called Callie who is 18 years old and married to a man named Vincent who is 20 years old. I don't like Vincent. He hits my sister. I often hear swearing and shouting and thuds from their room above me. I think it's because she's taking so long to get pregnant. He wants a heir. I'm glad i won't go through that. My mother died 2 years ago. I miss her a bit, I suppose. But then she was more of a mistress than my mother. I didn't really love her that much in all honesty. Vincent can't wait for my Dad to pop his clogs so he can be King. He was never even a prince but Dad wanted a secure future for the kingdom when mum died so he married her off to the best person he could think of.
So anyways, back to the point. One of my many maids had just annoyingly woke me up. I have NEVER had a lie in. I'm up at 6am EVERY morning. I brush off the sheets and get into the already prepared bath. I'm washed and then dressed in a corset and petticoats. At only 5"4 I'm already thin and lack any curves whatsoever. I really don't need them but i have to wear them anyway. I really hate being royalty. I'd love to be a villager and live a life of freedom. But daydreams like that will never happen so i try to avoid thinking about such nonsense and getting my hopes up. I'm dressed in a lime green velvet dress and my hair is put into a firm bun. This look is supposed to make me look older but with my already childish appearence it makes me look like a child playing dress up. they put on foundation, eyeliner, mascara, a pale eyeshadow, a pale rose lipstick and a lipgloss. It does help my look but only marginly, even so. I'm put in heeled, brown, leather boots and I'm finally done. All of this takes an hour.
I'm escorted to the breakfast hall and am embarrased to see that I'm last to arrive. I sit down and bow my head.
"Morning Clove." My father says.
"Good morning father." I reply. I see Callie with a black eye and numerous bruises running down her neck. Her heavy make up hides the rest that I know are there. Vincent seems angry and i can tell that the eye is probably from this morning or last night by his temper. It's not only my father Vincent wants rid of, he can't wait for me to be married off. I know that it'll happen eventually. I've never had a say in any part of my life. From the biggest things as to my future to the smallest things like what pair of shoes to wear to a ball. And I'm a princess. Theres no chance that I can live alone or marry someone that i actually love. Thats just not how it works.
We are served with breakfast and then my father is delivered a letter. He bids us farewell and leaves the table. I excuse myself and head to lessons. I must learn science, maths, english, history, gography, religon, music, fitness, languages plus ballet, textiles ( sewing, knitting, etc ), cooking ( although I'll never actually cook anything that I'll eat ), manners, ballroom and a class called etiquette that is all about princessy things. It's worse than all the others rolled into one. It's 8am so i quickly head to english. I excuse myself for being late and sit down at my desk. I am given 40 minutes to write an essay on my duties as princess. Then while she reads it I read the first chapter of A Little Princess. then at 10 to 9 i leave to head to textiles. I arrive on time and begin to stich a tiara onto some cotten. I prick my finger endless amounts of times and it ends up looking wonky and loose. Argh. Why must EVERYTHING be princess based. It drives me insane. Next I have geography and I can barley hold the quill for my aching fingers. Do i really need to know about the 12/13 Kingdoms that makes up our country. Do I really care about one that turned on it's neighboaring Kingdoms and declared war? lets just say that no one lived. That kingdom was bombed to the ground. One more lesson until lunch. I have maths. I learnd very early on that I am no good at any aspect of maths. It seems to go on forever but eventually i escape to lunch. When we're finally served we're informed that Father will not be joining us for lunch.I gulp. Last time this happened he arranged for my sister to marry Vincent. Not good. After lunch I have ballet and thats too painfull to even speak about. Then i also have religon, manners and music before dinner. Father joins us for dinner even though he tells us that he'll be away for 5 days as he must visit a neighboaring Kingdom called the Capitol. In my opinion they're all a little stuck up and arragont there though i wonder what business my father has their. I have cooking and ballroom before I'm sent to bed. I have another bath and am dressed in my night gown. Tommorow I'll bid my Father goodbye as he travels away. It must be pretty important as hes leaving so soon. I allow sleep to over take me.