Roses and Pearls by HalfHope (thesweetnessofspring)
Rating: E
Description: Peeta Mellark is the sole victor of the Quarter Quell. With District 12 nothing but ash, he rebuilds his life by moving to the Capitol and falling in love with Rosalia Snow, granddaughter to Coriolanus Snow.
Then people Peeta thought long dead kidnap him and Rosalia, including the one person he hates more than anyone: Katniss Everdeen. They say he's been hijacked. They say that he used to love her. Locked away in District 13, Peeta is determined to protect his mind and his fiancée from the rebels. But while imprisoned, videos disprove his memories and his feelings toward Katniss grow confusing. Who can he trust, and what really happened in his past?
Thank you @louezem for being my beta and hype-woman!
Chapter One | Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
I have one day to finish the cake for Finnick and Annie’s wedding and spend the morning and afternoon intently focused on this. It feels good to be in control of something, something that I’m good at. I can decide on the depth of the dye in the frosting; the tips and location of the piping; where I place the finely crushed sugar, both plain and colored pink and blue, on the circles of frosting to make the pearls shimmer. It no longer matters where I am or who I’m with. There’s nothing but me and this cake that I can make beautiful. I can still do that.
What I can’t seem to do is make Rosalia feel better. She’s lacking in her usual spirit at breakfast and lunch and I have to feed her bite by bite to get her to eat at both meals. I’m not sure what in particular has set her off, but at the end of lunch she bursts into tears when I say I’ll see her at dinner.
“Rose, what is it?” I ask her, taking my handcuffed hands in hers as she leans her face into my shoulder.
“You’re going to break your promise to me,” she says, turning her face to the side. “You’re going to let them change you and I’m going to lose you.”
“That won’t happen,” I say.
“Promise? Promise you’ll always love me?” Rosalia asks.
Always. Something hits my chest and I don’t want to say that word to her. It doesn’t…fit quite right. But Rosalia wants a promise of always.
Continue reading on ao3
