A/N: I don't swear in real life so I don't swear in my fanfics. So all swear words will have * in them. Makes me feel better about myself when I do that.

Rhaenys Herondale POV

"Get up," he calls out.

"No!" I scream back at him. "It's reaping day I don't need to get up."

"Yes you do," he replies, "You have to go."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Who made you the boss of me?"

"The Capital. Now get moving before I have you executed."

"You wouldn't murder your own daughter."

"Try me."

I rise from my bed and blink my eyes open. My dad is already in his white uniform for the reaping. "Get the f*ck out of my room," I say. He groans and leaves slamming the door behind him. I rub my eyes and stand up. Having a peacekeeper as a father has many disadvantages. Especially when it's one like my dad.

I can't even count the number of people he's killed. I'm forced to watch people whipped to death by my father at least once a month. Sometimes it can get really sickening. But he's my dad so you know, it's kinda hard to hate the guy who brought me to life in the first place.

Dad expects me and mom to fix all his clothes when he rips them which sometimes can be really irritating. Sure, we are the textiles district, but really, can't he ever just go find somebody else to fix them for a change? Every morning, I'm stuck waking up to a torn peacekeeper uniform sitting at my bedside. This morning, I fling it away in disgust.

"Hurry up Rhaenys!" shouts my mother, "I don't want you late for the reaping!"

I groan again and pull on the first dress I see. I've got quite a few of them, since my dad's job gets us quite a bit of money. But I don't need all this crap. I just wish my father could work in a fabric shop or something.

My father literally drags me to the square followed by my mother. He can't afford to be late, which means I'm stuck being there early. Every year I'm stuck standing in my spot alone, watching the crowd very slowly build up. It sucks.

So of course, there I am, as usual, the only kid in the stupid square. I shouldn't even be here. It's not like I'm going to get reaped anyways. Never needed tesserae, never added my name in extra times. I think I'm pretty safe.

Before I know it, the square if filled with people. The noise has started to increase and the ceremony is starting. Here comes the creepy Capital poser going on and on about great, wonderful and entertaining the games are. Her mind is completely full of crap.

"Without further or do, let's draw the names of the lucky children who get to represent District 8!" she calls out, "As always, ladies first." She slowly reaches her hand into the ball, and calls out the name.

Guess that makes me a lady, since I find the woman calling out Rhaenys Herondale, me. That is the point where I completely lose it. My anger and hatred overcome me, and I find myself trying to escape by punching the peacekeeper leading me to the stage in the stomach, who just happens to be my father.

Daeron Wayland POV

"Rhaenys Herondale!" I know that name. I know it very well. Herondale was the man that killed my sister...

I remember the day well, maybe too well. She told me where she was going, and I tried to hold her back.

"It's to dangerous Althea!' I scream at her, "It's illegal to go out there anyways! What if the beasts and animals and... whatever else is in there kills you!"

"I'll be fine Daeron, I'm only going out there for a while. Nothing is going to devour me I'm sure. There's nothing wrong with being curious, right?"

I nodded my head, "I'll be watching though, from the other side of the fence, make sure you don't go to far out!"

"I promise brother."

I remember the peacekeeper grabbing hold of her, slapping her in the face, screaming. Althea was crying, trying to assure him she meant no harm. Then it happened, Althea's limp little body fell onto the ground, blood spurring from her forehead. Then the peacekeeper named Herondale walked away from the body, as if she was nothing.

That monster had killed my sister for no reason at all. From that day on, I vowed to avenge her. I would find a way to make Herondale and his family suffer. I could make Rhaenys suffer.

I watched as Rhaenys screamed at the peacekeepers, thinking there was some mistake, that she couldn't have been reaped. I watch as she violently punches her own father in the stomach, and he stumbles backwards. She tries to run, but three other peacekeepers grab hold of her.

She is pushed onto the stage, screaming and thrashing at the peacekeepers. She should realize that by doing this, not only will she be hurt, but her family will be too. She is making such a scene of herself.

She stands on the stage, a peacekeeper holding back her arms. A trickle of blood runs down her face as she breathes heavily. She had been fighting for her life.

"Well!" says the woman from the Capital, "Wasn't that exciting! Guess it's time to move on!"

The girl standing on stage before me, I had promised to make her and her family suffer. I needed to make Herondale realize what he had done was wrong. I needed for them to be punished.

"Griffin Inchcape!" called out the woman. A boy made his way onto the stage, cautiously standing beside Rhaenys. I waited for my opportunity. Then, as soon as the woman turned to the audience, I raised my hand high in the air for her to see.

I was going to be the one who would kill Rhaenys Herondale.