Disclaimer - I don't own the Hunger Games, nor any of its characters.
The stage attendant's head popped around the corner to where President Snow sat backstage, daintily wiping his cracked lips with the white handkerchief that was always within his reach.
"They are ready for you, sir," whispered the man.
The only sign that the president had registered the comment was that the kerchief disappeared, and he slowly stood up, taking his time as he made for the curtain.
Greeted by a wave of heat from the stage lights, Snow made his way to center stage, his footsteps filling up the silence in the room.
"Some of you may be wondering why I am giving details on the Hunger Games this year, instead of the supervisor for your district." He paused for effect. "The reason behind this unexpected pleasure of my appearance leads to the principle of loyalty." Snow began to pace the small stage.
"For many years, the twelve districts of Panem have been the participants in the Hunger Games. The event has allowed those in the midst of poverty and pain to rise up and show the world who they really are: heroes. They have demonstrated their utmost loyalty, courage, and maturity, and in return, we have granted them the privilege of luxury.
"Now, for the 63rd Annual Hunger Games, it has been decided that even among the most loyal citizens, dissension can grow. This year, the capitol's residential area will be divided into 12 parts, and their children will participate in the games. May the odds be ever in your favour."
Silence echoed all around Panem as their president walked off the stage. The citizens in the capitol were frozen with terror; the one who had protected them all these years couldn't be doing this...It mustn't be allowed.
But it was.