WOW guys! I received a boatload of reviews for last chapter and that makes me very VERY happy. So, in exchange, you all get a very long chapter and a very good one to. Oh and there are many songs that match this story so once in a while or chapter after chapter, I may put a name of one at the beginning at the chapter. And sorry for the late update. Now enjoy!

So small- Carrie Underwood (pretty much sums up the entire story)

"Buona Fortuna Hall."

"Why the name?"

"I do not know."

The prince and I saunter around the palace as he takes a private tour of the place. As I had no option but too, since he would not cease his pestering, and surely I did not want to call a guard for assistance. I would just make his day brighter and mine poorer. I halt to a stop.

"It seems that we've some to the end of our tour, I dearly hope you enjoyed it," I say, sarcasm dripping from it.

I begin to walk away when he yells after me.

"Good fortune! Centuries ago, it meant good fortune in Italy. Bringing joy and peace throughout the nation."

Stunned I turn to face his content figure, scowling like mad.

"You are familiar with this palace already," I state sourly.

Nodding he gestures around to no one in particular. "I did so yesterday, but I figured it would be the most enjoyable with you, Princess."

Something inside me bubbles up to the surface. Confusion? Despair? I can't familiarize with it at the moment.

"Enjoyable?" I ask.

He nods his ashy blond hair flying in every direction.

"With...me?"

He laughs. "Well I would hope so Princess."

I stand there, boring into his blue eyes. I see joy, warmth, happiness. But I am stone. Cold hearted, cold blooded. A creature with no room for any more love.

And it will never change.

"It's late and I need rest, I am sure you do as well," I say coldly. I rush away and I hear a faint 'sleep well'.

I dryly chuckle at that. If he only knew the nightmares plaguing my mind and soul every night.

Prince Peeta

"Sleep well Princess!" I shout after her as she rushes away. It is only a bit after six, the sun is still out. Sighing as she disappears out of sight, I walk towards my chambers, down founded.

I cannot figure her out. Why she is so angry, so cold all of the time. I understand the important death that occurred years ago but Princess Primrose is handling it immensely well. Especially for a child of her age and descent.

Too occupied with these thoughts, I do not notice that very princess sitting rather distantly on a window pane. Her gaze is beyond the palace and out over what seems like a fence.

"Are you alright Princess?" I make sure.

She looks up at me and smiles. "You know, calling me princess isn't required when you are speaking to me. My name is Primrose. Simply that."

I am quite taken aback by this statement. Never have I heard this before, ever. "Um…Primrose."

Giggling she answers. "Yes?"

"Are you alright?"

Once more her laughter fills the air. "Yes, I am perfectly fine. Just sometimes I wonder."

I hesitate before taking a seat near her. But I know I've made a wise decision once her face lights up with a wide smile.

"And may I ask what you wonder of?" I ask with a smile in return.

"Well, as you may have noticed, there is a thick fence around the palace walls. Not once have any of us- Katniss and I – been outside of that barrier, it is forbidden to us. And sometimes I think about what is out there, lurking among the shadows or bouncing along the breeze," she finishes.

Her words startle me. Never having been in her place before, I cannot relate. My palace has always been my loving home; nothing restrained for any of us. Despite my repulsive mother. But she was mostly overlooked.

"You contain an incredibly vibrant mind's eye, Primrose," I say. She thanks me.

"Well I have to come across some kind fixation here," she says tiredly, suddenly her sweet face brightens into a mischievous grin. "Speaking of which, I'm certain it is time."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion as she places upright. "Come along!" She shouts behind her scurrying figure. Reluctantly, I dash after her.

When I fall into step near her own two feet I ask "what is going-"

"Here we are," she says. Finding ourselves in front of a pair of double doors that are not recognizable to me. Two guards also.

"Where are we?" I ask. But she just smiles knowingly as she beckons me close to the door. As the guards take in her view, their weapons settle and they push open the doors.

"Thank you Ket, Par," she says generously as we enter to what seems like darkness to me. There are a few lit torches but that is it among the gloom.

I make out the princess seated on a nearby bench and join her utterly confused.

"In three…two…one."

And before I can even comprehend what she is saying, the dark that surrounding us lights up with hundreds of…what are they?

"They are called lightning Bugs or fireflies," she says as she plays with one on her finger. "The only ones remaining in the entire kingdom of Panem are hidden in this very garden. They only appear on nights like these, to humble people."

I sit there in awe as she brings her cupped hands toward my bare ones. "Here," she whispers, placing the tiny thing into my palm. I laugh, as the broadest smile appears onto my face and hers.

"Thousands of years ago, these creatures roamed freely throughout what once was the United States of America. But here and now, the emperor forbids them. I don't value the nature of why, but I love them and they are truly magical then any fairy, wizard being there is," the princess says.

I nod memorized by how much joy, delight these fire flies bring to me. The one on my hand dashes to the ends of my fingertips and takes to the air. Free.

Now focusing on Primrose, I ask her, "are you the only individual who experiences this?"

Her awestricken and happy gaze downcasts into sadness and I immediately regret what I've spoken. But before I can utter one word she says, "Katniss and I used to come here every night, but ever since father's death…she's been changed. A completely different person I don't know. A stranger. As I have spoken before, she still loves me a great deal, but something in her heart cracked that day. So far, no one has come to repair it and she cannot let love in anymore. But I believe that one day, someone bold enough will come make her laugh again. Make her smile. Make her dance and sing with Joy again."

I smile at the image of her doing so. I am the person who has to make her change. And realize that she needs to let love in her and repair her fragile heart. Immerging from my thoughts, something hits me suddenly and swiftly. If Katniss is not in need of any companionship and her mother is still recuperating from her isolation of her husband's death. What about Primrose? She is alone. Of course she has the help, her tutors, and guards galore. But who does she spend time with when she is alone? Even at my palace, with the disease of a mother I have, we children always had each other to provoke and censure. Even today. So this comes as a distressing blow to me that a fourteen year old girl of a very high kingdom does not have anyone to rely on.

"Primrose, do you have anyone to amuse with?" I ask her.

She bites her lip avoids my gaze. "Well, once in a blue moon, the royals from Kingdom 11 come but rarely. The guards and servants are sweet but they are far too busy for horseplay with young children," she sighs, confirming my theory.

Feeling awful as I watch her gaze at the fading insects, I take her small hand in my large ones. She turns toward me with a small smile on her sweet face.

"You know," I begin smiling also, "It can be very lonesome in our palace for Delly. Being one of the few ladies her age there, it seems she can get very annoyed with our ridiculous male tactics."

She giggles at this.

"I am sure if you approach her, she will be more than pleased to accompany you," I inquire and it is true.

Her face lights up as if she is a lighting bug herself at the idea and before I can comprehend what she is doing, her skinny arms are around my torso in a tight grip.

A hug.

I smile at this affection that I am sure this child lacks and return the display, putting my arms around her.

"Thank you Peeta," she mumbles into my chest.

"You are welcome Primrose. You are quite welcome."

Lady Delly

Where is that boy! I am supposed to be guiding him to where he needs to go! Goodness, he is still such child as he was years ago.

Hastily walking down a hallway I glimpse the upcoming queen rushing down my way. As she comes closer into view I approach her and give a polite curtsy.

"Princess Katniss," I say.

"Delly," she says tightly. I take a close look at her and she seems very jumpy.

"I was wondering if you've seen Peeta anywhere?" I ask her.

"No," she says and after she continues her way down the hallway.

I silently mutter an obscenity under my breath and carry on my search for the prince. Moments later, I turn around a corner leading to another pathway when an unseen force knocks me downward and onto the rigid, tiled ground. So of course it had to hurt.

"Ouch!" I cry out to the stranger. "Will you watch where you are headed!" still on the floor, I glance up to find an angered young man. Maybe about Ficelle's age or so. His hair is long and black, tied together behind his head in a neat and gathered tail. His eyes are grey and his olive skin looks familiar. Overall he seems quite handsome.

"Well if you had followed your advice, maybe neither of us would have met like this," he spits. His arms are occupied crossed over his chest, and his hands each have a book in them, leaving me to place upright my self.

I glare at him menacingly as I dust myself off. "A simple 'my apologies' would suffice."

He throws his head back and laughs mockingjay, only infuriating my temper even more so. "You are obviously new here to not know any of our practices. One of them is not apologizing to unworthy, pre-pubescent, hogs like yours truly."

That was it.

My eyes go wide with rage and my face flushes with red as I walk up to him to retaliate a comeback very hurtful when familiar arms restrain me from his certain death.

"Let me go Peeta!" I roar with fury. He ignores me as he drags me away.

"My apologies Sir Hawthorne, she has a bit of a temper," he says kindly as I struggle in his arms.

"Do not worry about it your highness," the butt bows and strolls away, sending a smug look in my very direction.

As soon as he is far out of sight, Peeta puts a hand to his face which by now over many years of this nonsense means I should explain.

"Son of a wench! He is ridiculous! Calling me an unworthy, pre-pubescent, hog!" I scream.

"Delly," he begins, drawing my name out. "What did you do first?"

Before I can protest he cuts in, "do not try to deny that fact because we all know you are always the starter."

A defeated look comes across my face. "We bumped in to each other and I insulted him," I admit.

Peeta smirks. "On impulse, correct?'

I despise it when he is correct. "You and I both know I have a short temper. So if a man of all people bumps into me, does not apologize and insults me. All Hell will break loose," I say as he laughs at my scowl.

After a moment I remind myself why I was looking for him in the first place. "Your mother requires your presence in her quarters immediately," I say.

All of the happiness from his face drains almost immensely. "Very well then, lead me to the witch."

I laugh as we head to that very person, arm in arm and I notice that when he came to pull me away from trouble, he was happier than I've seen him in years. And for a person that is usually joyful all of the time, that is saying something.

But of course I do not ask him where he has been, that would just ruin the moment.

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