Chapter 15
Katniss felt a light tap on her shoulder and woke up to see a female Avox with red hair and black eyes holding a note for her.
She begrudgingly arose from her peaceful, much needed slumber and read the note in a blur. It said:
Dear Katniss,
We've made it two weeks without killing each other. And today we'll have to go the rest of our lives. Livonia, the Avox I sent to awake you, will lead you to your dress and the ceremony will be later in the evening at five o clock in the rose garden. And remember, convince me ;)
Yours,
Coriolanus Axle Snow.
Katniss groaned and moaned as her mind awoke but her body was far from alert. She was going to be married today.
She was going to be married! To President Snow!
The absurdity of the thought rushed through her head like an oncoming train and she gasped loudly.
Although he had grown on her somewhat (being the only companionship she had had for going on three weeks), she could not forget all of the atrocities he had committed against not only the districts, but the Capitol citizens as well.
Katniss then cringed at the thought of their upcoming wedding night. She'd already seen and even been penetrated by Snow. She hated herself for how it felt. But their bodies, as well as souls, fit together like a puzzle.
Even the taste of blood on his tongue had grown on her. Instead of being disgusted, she found it intoxicating.
And those eyes. If he wasn't her enemy, she would have considered them beautiful. But the question was, did she even consider him an enemy anymore? Was his rage hasty actions all part of the deeper rooted jealousy that came from Peeta and Gale putting their hands all over what he saw as rightfully his?
Regardless of her own feelings, it was all too late. She was going to marry President Coriolanus Axle Snow today and there was nothing she could do about it.
President Snow winced as one of his many stylists nicked his cheek while shaving his luxuriant beard, whose color matched his surname.
He swelled with a fit of egotistical pride as he thought of his newfound control over the symbol of the rebellion. Not only would he be able to use her against them, but also satiate his personal lusts toward the girl as well.
"Would you like anything else sir?" a short, portly man whose hair and skin had been powdered a shade of lime green asked.
"Maybe a brandy thank you," Snow shoved the servant out of the room and was left alone to dress in his tuxedo
He buttoned up his pure white dress shirt before slipping his burgundy overcoat onto his old yet vibrant body.
A male Avox with brown hair brought in a small shot glass of brandy as the servants made preparations for the wedding. Throughout the courtyard lay many folding chairs, white roses, and blue bridesmaids dresses.
There was also a chocolate fountain for the guests to enjoy while the preparations were being made, complete with strawberries from District 11, a platter of cheese and crackers, and cheesecake bites.
Snow felt a small tap on his shoulder as he sat down in a chair near the window.
"Hello grandfather," his thirteen year old granddaughter smiled. Celestia Snow was one of the only things he cared about in the world. She had wide hazel eyes, light blond hair like he'd had as a youngster styled in a braid, rosy cheeks on a fair complexted face, and a purple jumper with a cream-colored cardigan.
"Good morning dearest. How are you today?" Snow asked gently. The last thing he wanted was to scare his little girl.
"I'm well. And you?" Celestia asked asked in her pronounced and aristocratic tone.
"I'm good," he said. But inside, his body was a live wire of emotions.
"Can I tell you something without papa knowing?" she asked quietly.
"Our secret my love. Now tell me," he took a drink of brandy and listened intently.
"I-I think...is it wrong to be in love with another girl?" she asked uncomfortably.
"Of course not dear. Why would you think that my dear?" Snow looked sympathetic.
"Well, my psychiatric said that that was there's this new girl at school and my friends treat her horribly but I think she's nice and sweet and caring. My heart pounds out of my chest every time I think about her," a goofy grin crossed her tiny face.
"What's her name?" this had piqued Snow's interest.
"Primrose Everdeen. She's Katniss' sister," Celestia looked nervous.
"Then tell her," she bounced on his lap.
"But what if she thinks I'm weird? What if she doesn't like me?" she started hyperventilating.
"That is a chance you have to take if you truly like her," Snow sighed, looking out the window as he thought of how much Katniss hated him.