Hey guys! Im bak! I wont give you the entire backstory from my break but I was in a musical at school that was really demanding of time. So sorry! And I also felt like the last chapter went by fast but whatevs. So here ya go! Enjoy!

I arise to the sound of a Mockingjay. Opening my eyes, the sunlight streams down into my bed, filling my chambers with vibrant yellows and oranges and blues. I smile. Goodness, I would have never thought in any of my days that I would express such a notion of happiness. But glad I am in deed.

I place my arms above my head in a grateful stretch. When I finish I let my head fall back into my pillows and give a low giggle. I have no understanding of what has happened to me. One moon ago I was an angry woman with a cold heart mad of stone. And I wake up joyous. Had I possessed this feeling, this kindness all along? Surely, a few words from Peeta could not have changed me. Could it have? I have no time to answer, for my double doors are knocked hard upon. I jump from bed and head towards my windows. I pull on the single ropes that part the curtains away from each other and bring an abundance of luminescence.

The knocks come more frequently and with more force, waiting for my approval for them to open. As I finish I stand, in front of my bed and answer with a kind "Come in!"

The doors open as they have every morning since the day I was birthed, but this time they stop dead in their tracks when they see me smile. The chefs and cooks drop the dishes they had previously held in their hands, the servants, the glasses and Effie all in all collapses.

I run to her side in less than seconds when she lays. She really truly is knocked out with shock. I laugh, followed by another shatter of glass, and turn to one of the servants. "Make sure she awakens in her chambers, not on my floors." I run off to my bathing room, but before I reach the doors, i yell back. "Be sure to inform her of the excellent choice of hair color she has on. Mauve I think." Then I gently close the doors and jump into the warm waters my stylists have drawn for me.

PRINCE PEETA

"And so there I was, at the top of my chain when all of a sudden, she comes out, onto the ballroom floor with the exact equivalent to my gown; on my birth date as well!" My mother continues her absolute mind-numbing tale as my father and Queen Cristanta listen tiredly sipping from their cups in boredom. I give a silent thank you to them both for putting up with my mother's outlandish desires. It is too bad that my brothers or any one else is at the table, having finished their meals earlier as desired by of course my mother.

Throughout the few days we've arrived, she has demanded for pillows with not just any feathers but with 'green peacock feathers, aged three months and no later,' that she'd be soaked in pigs milk and lizard saliva (apparently some type of salve) and her to be seated in a specific seat near Katniss at all meals until the wedding.

Speaking of which…"Pardon me," I kindly intercede the brutal conversation. They look up, each with different expressions varied on their faces. My mother anger and dismay, the Queen and my father delight and relief.

"Yes Peeta?" the kind voice of the Queen answers me. "Will Katniss be joining us this morning?" she sighs sadly, and shakes her head gently no. It is the same question every morning and the same answer. "No dear, I apologize. She will be dining in her chambers this morning." I nod and give a silent thank you as I go back to my plate. I wonder if last night's conversation has affected her at all. I hope. I want to get o know the real her; not the cold carcass left as a result of her father's demise.

As if right on cue however, the doors to the dining hall fly open and enters Katniss. She looks…alive. Frankly, I have no word to describe her with. It is amazing. She is dressed in the most vibrant gown I've seen her in. Yellows and oranges and pinks galore on swirls threaded in and out of the fabric. She looks radiant. I smile and to my surprise and to everyone else's, according to their shrieks and utensils landing with a thud on the table, she does so back.

"Good morning," she says softly, making her way over to the seat between my mother and I. All eyes are on her. "Good morning," I reply back. And a chorus follows.

Queen Cristanta looks like she might fall back. "I- I hadn't known that you were seating with us today, or else I w-would have-" her feverish talking is interrupted my Katniss' hand. Her smile wavers down to an upturned line but it is still a smile. I understand that she has had some difficult times with her mother in the past and now but she is doing a very good job of attempting to make some peace. Maybe my speech did have some type of influence on the princess.

"No matter now, I am here am I not?" she says in a gentle manner. He gaze unfazed towards her mother. This goes on for some time when my father causes it to come to a halt when he mentions to the maids in the hall to fetch Katniss a plate.

After a few moments, Katniss' food is delivered to her and as she picks at it, I try to think of something- anything to speak of with her but my mind goes completely blank. That is a first for me. I reach for the quail eggs on my plate but as I do, I feel a warm sensation on my shoulder. I realize it is her hand and turn to face her. There is a small smile on her face and she does not release her grip on me. "Thank you," she whispers. And I know exactly what she means. I nod. "Your very welcome," and add. "Um…you look…you look lovely today, Katniss." Then I see her do the most adorable thing, she blushes and looks away. Giving a quiet thank you in her wake and she goes back to her food. I do the same wearing the smile she has caused.

SIR HAWTHORNE

I am running. Fast. Through the corridors and the hallways and the dens through the palace I run through. Making sharp turns this way and that. Carefully avoiding any incidents with other servants until I finally reach my destination. I burst through the doors of Haymitch's room and catch him slurring words to a crazed Effie. I drop my books and tear my spectacles off of my head. I walk towards the two and attempt to get my breath back.

"What boy?" the mentor's voice reeks with alcohol and vomit. I wince as if his words hit me hard like bricks. In a way they do.

But I know what I have come here for.

"Is it true?" I ask. "Is she…" I cannot find the correct words to describe the current situation. But Effie does. She uprights herself, flattens her fanatical capitol outfit and speaks. "Yes. She…she…" and she surprises me and Haymitch with a foreign shriek followed by a jump. "She is happy!" Then she runs out of the room giggling- a bizarre sound – and leaves us standing in awe.

Haymitch finally gets up from his seat, drink in hand, and wipes his snot with his sleeve. "She's changed boy, hopefully for good."

This chapter was mostly a filler for what the castle effect was when Katniss changed. Oh! Who saw the hunger games movie! I did! Tell me what you thought in a review! Ya gotta luv those things! Well until next chapter! Luv y'all! :DD