Written for the final day of the second Caesar's Palace shipping week. President Snow/his wife, using the prompt 'mellifluous'.

Notes-

Every chapter title (and the title of this fic) was part of a line from a beautiful poem, 'The Highwayman' by Alfred Noyes. I recommend looking it up if you don't know it.

Thanks to those of you that read and reviewed! I really appreciate it.


There were some things Snow disliked about her, but the oddest was her aversion to the Hunger Games. It was a mystery to him; he had been raised on them.

One day, she ran out of excuses not to watch, and only a few minutes in, a tribute died. His head was smashed in with a mace, and it cracked. Like an eggshell. Snow laughed.

But she screamed. At him. It was the most beautiful sound he had heard. He could fall asleep every night to its music. That night he did.

For that, he almost regretted her death. Almost.