"You useless peasant! My tea is far to cold!" Princess Delly shouts at one of her many servants that she treats terribly. Princess Delly always thought she was far more superior than the scullery servants who did practically everything for her. The young boy, who couldn't be over twelve years old, scurried away from the Princess. Yes, because he was afraid..but also because her yelling became unbearable. Princess Delly stood near the winding staircase that lead to the main, wide room in the center of the beautiful castle. Prince Peeta was blocking out her yelling as he sat in his throne. Though he wasn't technically allowed to sit in his throne until he was offically the King of the Panem Kingdom, he still sat there. Its not like anybody minded. He sat, watching a gorgeous maiden swept the floors gracefully. He has always fancied her, though he has never caught her name. He, in a way, fell for her through the years. The way her raven ringlets bounced slightly with her swift movements. The way her gray eyes sparkled, the way she would smile when she did something as simple as reading a book. It was ridiculous though. He was already engaged to...that wicked woman; Princess Delly. He hated her, but it was his duty to marry a Princess. Yes, there had been many instances were he considered commiting suicide so he didn't have to live the rest of his life with someone who had no love in their heart. However, He knew that the people of his kingdom needed him, and he wasn't about to let them down. And now, the royal wedding was a mere Summer away from now, and the prepartions had already begun. Thousands of invitations were already being printed on the finest of gold-leaf paper, elegant decorations were already being imported from far of kingdoms, and Delly had aready requested a dress fitting nearly everyday until the wedding. Princess Delly stomped down the stairs loudly, without even a hint of grace in her movements. She was wearing a hideous dress, that was a blinding shade of white, that hugged her body far to tightly. It only took Prince Peeta a small moment to realize that that must be one of Delly's possible wedding dresses. "Hello, Delly." Peeta muttered half heartedly, as he didn't even pretend that he enjoyed her company in the slightest. Delly snarled at the Prince, angry that he didn't even do some as to look at her when he gave her such a monotone greeting. Peeta continued to watch the ravishing young woman sweep the floor, as Delly quickly walked back up the long, almost never ending staircase, most likely to yell at more servants. Once Peeta was certain that the princess was without a doubt far away, he smiled as he began to speak with his smooth, gentle voice. "Hello, My lady." He says, as the the girl slowly looked up at the handsome Prince. The girl smiled softly, although she was rather shocked that the prince of the most powerful kingdom would have a friendly conversation with a wretched maid like herself. "Hello, Your Majesty."She says, gracefully curtsying befor e the soon to be king. Peeta gives a warm chuckle, smiling softly. "Please, call me Peeta if you wish, Ma'am." The girl giggles softly. "Well if that is the case, You may call me Katniss." She says, carefully dusting the furniture around him. "Katniss. What a beautiful name..just like the young woman it belongs to." He says happily, watching as she gives him an angelic look back. "Why thank you..Peeta." She says, still getting used to calling the Prince by his informal name. At that moment, Peeta's light blue eyes met her soft silver eyes. Little did Katniss or the Prince know, that Katniss was the true Princess of Delly's kingdom...