Snow’s Granddaughter could be a Cardew
“Ah, here we go. Livia Cardew.”
Livia’s pointed little face broke into a grin and she punched the air in victory, shouting “Yes!” in her shrill voice. She had always been prone to gloating. As if the plum assignment was solely a reflection on her, and not on her mother running the largest bank in the Capitol.
Livia had taunted him about his parentless state when he was small, making him feel alone and unwanted when he was neither.
Livia Cardew had been vocal about this turn of events, demanding new tributes be brought from the districts or at least she be given Reaper.
“It’s not immoral to defend ourselves.”
“People are fools. She doesn’t stand a chance.”
It reminded him of the time he hadn’t understood the poem in rhetoric class and Livia Cardew had humiliated him in front of everyone.
If he ever married, he’d choose someone incapable of swaying his heart. Someone he hated, even, so they could never manipulate him the way Lucy Gray had. Never make him feel jealous. Or weak. Livia Cardew would be perfect. He imagined the two of them, the president and his first lady, presiding over the Hunger Games a few years from now.
this is me proving a point that they both deserve each other ofc it just has to be the heir of a munitions empire + the heir of the biggest banking family in the Capitol, it doesn’t get more romantic than this. lucy gray’s effect remains
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