Taming the Lion

by BethanJFC

This assumes that Cato won the Hunger Games, and is from the perspective of a past female victor from District 2. With a bond already formed from Jesabelle mentoring Cato, and her being only 2 years his senior...will she be able to tame the lion?

3. Chapter 3 - How do I thank you?

As the night passed, the sheer excessive behaviour displayed around me became quite suffocating, the amount of food consumed of different colours that people from the poorer districts would probably never see apart from on the hair of a capitol socialite. To quench my thirst for time alone, I ventured out onto the balcony situated just outside the main ballroom. I could feel the soft breeze and the beginning of the night's chill entrap me, and felt slightly more comfortable already. This was shattered however by the entrance of Cato whose lion like eyes caught mine instantly.

"Not enjoying the party?"

Yet again, his sarcastic tone angered me already, even though he was only a few months younger than me – on the verge of 19, I still felt a lack of respect.

"After 2 years of them, they become quite tiresome – and I'm sure once you grow up, they will become so to you also."

Maybe the last part was unnecessary, but he needed to learn respect and gratitude for one of the mentors that helped to save him in the games.

"Why are you out here?"

I enjoyed my private time, as it was so few and shot. As if sensing my thought process, his tone lowered.

"You were one of my mentors in the Games weren't you?"

"Yes."

"I haven't thanked you yet."

"Well you've had plenty of opportunity."

His expression seemed to flinch slightly at this statement.

"I'm sorry, I've been trying to find an appropriate time. How do you thank the woman that saved your life?"

He had a point. It took me until my first time as a mentor to fully appreciate the magnitude of being one, and the pressure on you to make the life or death decision for a young boy.

Afraid of saying something too serious for a party, I quickly avoided the topic – "How about we go back in and give them all what they want, ey?"

The lion's eyes flashed with recognition – he knew there as more for me to say on our previous topic, but understood that now was not the time. As he offered his arm to escort me back in, I knew some form of truce could be formed with this arrogant but interesting boy.