The price of your greed
Is your son and your daughter
What you gon' do
When there's blood in the water?

Catalyst Beaumont

President of Panem, Female

I spin around on my cushioned velvet office chair, chewing my pen lid in thought. For the past four months I have been in constant search for the young woman whose face displays on all 5 of my holographic devices. She has jet black hair that is braided neatly and lain over her right shoulder, her skin is pale and her eyes are large and wide: a deep chestnut brown. I've been looking into her eyes for the past several hours, trying to read behind them into whatever was and is going on inside her head.

How can a singular person in a nation like Panem just suddenly disappear? It's a question the CCF (Capitol Controlling Forces) have been asking themselves for months and a question I currently ponder as I stare into her eyes, they seem so lost in thought, as if she's almost in another world. The picture that is displayed was taken 2 weeks after she won the latest Hunger Games and 2 months later, she was gone. It had first come to my attention when her butler had reported it to the authorities, I had never really kept much of an eye on her. She always seemed like a capable girl, someone who knows what's right and what's wrong. Running away seemed so unlike her.

I furrow my eyebrows and put my hands against my forehead, resting my elbows on my glass desk. Ever since I had been elected president, The Hunger Games seemed like it was the only thing that actually mattered which bothers me. I worked hard to govern a nation, not a game for the nation to enjoy. I understand it's a tradition and I enjoy watching it just as much as my citizens but my job is to keep Panem in order and it feels like all I ever do is plan for this television show. I sigh as I think about it, I know it's wrong for me to think such things but sometimes you just need to let a bit of steam off and today seems to be one of those days.

It officially marks 6 months until The Hunger Games starts which means planning is going to get started soon and it's going to be taking up my whole schedule. To think I'll be planning a death match instead of thinking over how best to keep Panem stable feels stupid to me but it's the responsibility I took on as president and I can't turn back now. To do so would be a disgrace to the Beaumont name and in no way am I a disgrace.

I hope to be a successful president just as my grandfather was, the man I took over from. I know it hurt my dad to see me be chosen to take on my Grandfather's responsibilities instead of him but I am the best for the job and I know it. I have the intelligence and the leadership skills fir for this and I have already started proving it. With one successful game completed, there's only however many more years I live to go.

Suddenly, I jolt and spin around after feeling a hand pressing against my shoulder but when I turn around, it's not an assassin or a rebel spy. It's Red. He always seems to be around when I'm upset and today is no exception, he smiles at me softly, his dimples popping out and shiny white teeth glistening. I stare into his deep blue eyes as I stand up and caress his smooth tanned face with the back of my hand. I touch his lips against my own and my heart bursts as I feel his soft lips pressing slowly against mine.

"Rough day?" He whispers softly as we pull apart and I nod back to him. After all these years of being married to him, Red is the only person in the world who I'm still nervous to speak to. He sends butterflies shooting up me and whenever he's around it feels like a million suns are shining upon me. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asks so lovingly, and I know (by the way he says it) that he really cares.

"She's just disappeared Red, she had to have gone somewhere, right?" I ask for the hundredth time in these past couple of months.

"You'll find her, I know you will." He smirks and then pulls my head close to his chest. That answer is all I need to know that I can do it, I will be able to find her and I know that because of the amount of love and reassurance in his voice.

I look up to him and press my lips against his once more.

A/N: Hehe, sorry, I'm not the best romance writer but I tried my best to incorporate a new kind of genre into this chapter just to add a little more flavour to it. I hope y'all like the new president in my verse, she's a fun little character and I can't wait to do a little bit more with her. I know these chapters have been coming out quick but I'm just super excited to start this SYOT and can't wait to get started so get submitting!

- Neb