This is just a small chapter about Zenobia. I have the D3 male now but I already had this chapter written. It gives her backstory and there is a big reveal at the end. Enjoy.

Three Years Ago…..

Seventeen year old Zenobia crossed her arms across her chest, a large pout playing on her lips. Her little brother, Ryken brushed down her faded yellow dress with a rough bristled brush while her mother stood behind her on her tiptoes, plaiting her long blonde hair. And throwing it over her shoulder. "Honestly, Zenobia, cheer up...it is not everyday you are invited to The Capitol by the President,"

Zenobia scrunched up her face in disgust. "Only because he wants to get in my pants." this earned a slap over the head from her mother, her lips pierced together in anger. The blonde girl scowled at her mother before turning back to the window that overlooked the wide, open grain fields. She watched as a deer and fawn pranced through, their fur shimmering in the early morning light. Nine was poor, smelly and looked down upon by every other District but it could be beautiful and for a girl who hated change, it was the only place she ever wanted to be.

"Look, it is only for a few days and then you can come back, give the man a chance before labeling him a pervert." Zenobia scoffed at this, a defeated sigh escaping from his mother's lips as she hurried over to the bed. She knelt down and pulled from underneath a pair of high heeled, white shoes that were placed in a leather bound box. "These were mine for my wedding day and I was saving them for yours but they might come in handy now-"

"You would like me to get married to him, wouldn't you?" she snapped but when her mother's lips twisted like she had been sucking lemons, Zenobia quickly looked away and apologized. "Does it honestly not bother you that he is nine years older?" her mother shook her head. "Or that he asked me to The Capital based off my looks?" her mother gave a shrug as she lifted her daughter's leg up and placed a shoe on her foot.

"As I said, you don't like him, come home and we'll pretend this never happened...I wouldn't let you marry someone you was not happy with." she looked over to her mother, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Promise?"

"Promise,"

When she stepped outside her house into the humid heat of summer, she was greeted by a large mass of stoic Peacekeepers. Her mother pulled her back slightly but when one of them offered his hand out towards her, she took it, a fake smile plastered on her face. They escorted her to the train station, a large group of Nines walking behind her and cheering.

She blushed slightly until her eyes were met with that of President Ares Valor. He offered her a warm smile but Zenobia just recoiled. It was not that he was ugly, he was terrifying. The stocky gent towered above her, his scared, reddened face looking down at her. His head had been shaved in a futile attempt to hide the bald patches caused by stress and his lip was torn on one side, the stitches barely holding it together. In fact, the only thing the girl found attractive about his was his emerald green eyes.

Ares noticed her reaction and went red, clearing his throat and turning to walk on the train. The blonde girl reluctantly followed carrying her large bag of clothes, her head down low as she hoped none of the District was mocking her date with the war-battered man.

3 Years Ago...

"You look very nice today, Zenobia," Ares said nervously, stumbling over the girl's name. He had been with her for four months and he still found her name hard to pronounce. His brother had resorted to calling her Zenoboobie. It made sense but he did not want to ruin his chances of her liking him even more than he already had. He sometimes envied his brothers looks. Despite being in the same explosion and war, Luxen had come out with nothing more than a scar on his chest and a few bullet wounds on his arms. He still looked at good as always. He did not even have poor hearing like Ares. However, over the years the man had become assured that his younger brother did not bat for that team and thus, was no threat to any advances on Zenobia.

The blonde girl was sat on a stone bench in the rose garden, in her faded yellow dress, twiddling a rose in her hand. When Ares spoke in his deep gruff voice the girl jumped out of her skin, and fell backwords off the bench. By the time Ares had thought about helping, she had already leaped to her feet and was brushing herself off. She then looked up at the man, what he said registering with her. A small blush formed on her cheeks as she looked away from him. "Thank you," she said softly.

A large smile formed on his lips as waved over a maid and took the large, white box from her. After the fall of The Capitol, the use of Avoxes were classed as inhumane and Ares could not agree more. Opting to hire his workers from poorer Districts instead.

"I saw this dress downtown today and...well, I thought it would suit you," he said, a lump rising in his throat. He offered the white box, covered in a blue ribbon, something that reminded him of Zenobia's eyes, and smiled. However, Zenobia just scowled at him, her blonde eyebrows knotting.

"So, my clothing is not good enough for you now?" she growled.

"I did not say that, I just thought you would like it-"

"Well you thought wrong!"

"Please just try it, it cost me a lot of money-"

"Fine!" Zenobia screamed, snatching the box out of the man's hand and storming off to her room.

The maid zipped up the shimmering blue dress and turned the blonde girl so she was facing the mirror. Despite how much she wanted to scowl, scream and rip it off, she liked it. A smile broke across her face and she started to laugh, twirling around the knee length dress.

"He picked well," the maid said, a large smile on her face.

"He did...didn't he?" Zenobia said through a smile, feeling the soft fabric of the skirt and the corset top.

"You make a very good couple-" she was cut off by Zenobia laughing as she walked away from the mirror.

"I hate him, he is never touching me in a million years,"

"But you like him-"

"Ha, what gave you that impression-"

"He will let you leave whenever you want yet you have been here for four months," she said softly, a small squeak escaping from Zenobia's throat. "You get up early in the morning to have breakfast with him...you wait in the garden afterward then leave after he has passed you on his walk-"

"Shut up!" Zenobia barked, turning and storming out the door, her high heel shoes clinking on the floor. It didn't matter what other people thought as long as she did not admit it to herself. She had made a promise to herself back in Nine that she would never have feelings for the man and she refused to let herself be proven wrong.

"I bet you don't know a hardship if it slapped you in the face, privileged twat!"

"I fought a war, to keep people like you safe-"

"Oh I am sorry, let me bow down before you-"

"You need to learn some respect-"

"Respect? You drag me away from home to try and fuck me!"

"Then leave!"

"I don't want to-"

"Why not?"

"Because I hate you so fucking much-"

"Why? Why do you hate me so much when I have done nothing but care for you-"

"Because I love you!" Zenobia screamed, her throat tearing as she finally forced out the words she had been hiding for so long. Her hand shot to her mouth while Ares stood in shock. Tears streamed towards her face as she ran at the man and slammed her fist into his muscular chest, Winding him slightly. She continued to slash at his chest with her nails until Ares attempted to push her away but she quickly pushed back, tripping him up and onto the bed. Before he had time to fight back. She sat on his stomach and threw punches at his face until Ares had both of her fists held tightly in his hands. He looked up her, flustered and confused as she started sobbing to herself, her body shaking. "I didn't want to love you, I tried so hard not to but I do...and it is not fair," she continued to sob as Ares let go of her hands and let them fall gently at her sides. He placed a hand on her cheek and wiped away a small tear before gently stroking her face with his thumb. "Make me hate you?" she pleaded a soft squeak coming out of her mouth. And with that, Ares pulled her forward and smacked his lips onto hers.

Zenobia sank into it almost immediately, not even hesitating as she moved with his lips. After a fair few minutes, she shuffled so she was sat on his pelvis and Ares right hand reached for the zip on her dress. Suddenly, a large clatter arose from the closet, causing Ares to throw Zenobia off himself and grabbed his gun.

"Ares!" Zenobia shouted as he cocked it and pointed it at the closet. Zenobia watched, her body shaking as Ares slowly moved towards the door before quickly pulling it open and pushing the gun towards the man inside. The intruder let out a high pitched scream and Ares lowered the gun with a sigh.

"Luxen-"

"I was not perving on you, I promise, neither of you are really my thing, she being a girl and you being my brother...you see you stole my shoes and then I got stuck when you came back early-"

"Get out!" Ares bellowed pointing towards the door. The blonde male gave a nod and raced towards the door, shoes in hand. As he passed Zenobia, he flashed her a quick smile. "Enjoy you night, Zenaboobi!" he giggled, scampering out the door and slamming it behind him.

Now...

Maria, a maid who had served Zenobia from the day she came to stay with Ares, stood by her side while a seamstress from District Eight pulled the fabric as tight as she could. Maria watched a breathless Zenobia as she twiddled with her blonde hair.

"I remember when you hated him...look at you both now," she said softly, a bright smile on her face. Zenobia looked up, her blue eyes sparkling with happiness.

"I never hated him, I hated myself for falling for him so easily," she laughed, the seamstress pinning the new dress. It was true, she took pride in being a free woman and for a man like Ares to sweep her off her feet without trying too hard made her feel useless. While Zenobia and Maria remembered the first time the young girl met Ares, the seamstress noticed something else.

She reached up and placed her hand on Zenobia's stomach then quickly stood up and squeezed her breasts. "What are you doing?" she growled, moving away from the women. The middle-aged woman looked over to Maria, a concerned look on her face.

Maria gave a quick nod and turned to a frightened Zenobia. "Miss Kasius, when did you last bleed?" The blonde girl looked at the floor, her eyes widening.

"I am not sure...I don't tend to keep track...maybe, three months?" as she spoke these words, the realization hit her, sadness washed over her as her hand shot to her stomach.

"You are going to need a bigger dress," the seamstress sighed, trotting off into the back of the shop. Maria placed her hand on Zenobia's shoulder in comfort but the girl pushed her off.

"What am I going to do?" she cried, tears streaming from her eyes. With so much uncertainty in the terms of Panem's future, the last thing she wanted to do was to bring a child into the world. However, at the same time, she wanted a child with Ares more than anything.

"You tell Ares and Luxen," she said with a warm smile. It was easier said than done. Luxen would be over the moon, she could already hear his chants about being an uncle. However, Ares was already paranoid about the safety of her and his brother, throw his child into the mix and he might go into overload. After all, the one thing you don't mess with is a man's child.

Wooooo, Valor baby and Luxen is going to be an uncle.

Questions:

What do you think to the baby? (3 points)

Do you think anything will happen to it? (3 points)

How do you think Ares will react? (3 points)

How do you think Panem will react? (3 points)

What did you think to the chapter as a whole? (3 points)

Thoughts on how Zenobia and Ares met? (3 points)

How old is Zenobia currently? (1 points)

Until next time!