Another Fic nobody asked for but I wrote anyway. And that‘s what it’s about:
Peeta Mellark won the 73rd hunger games. After his victory he is invited by president Snow who is impressed with Peeta’s skills to manipulate the capitol and wants Peeta on his side rather than on the side of the revolution. What will Peeta do and how will it affect his life and the girl he secretly or not so secretly anymore loves?
When I step in the presidents office I need to keep my glance from my surroundings. You could call my admiration of beauty a weakness though I don‘t view it as such at least not towards all of the things I think of as beautiful. President Snow sits in an opulent chair behind a giant desk made out of mahagoni and with green leather on the center of the surface. A harsh contrast to the white and gold decor on the walls and ceiling.
„Mr. Mellark! Please, have a seat.“
I place myself on the chair across the table.
„Congratulations to your victory.“
„You might be wondering why I ordered you to come here today. Mr. Mellark I saw how good you were with the audience. How you could provoke certain emotions and reactions with a few simple words.“
I notice how he avoids saying manipulation and pay close attention to what he might say next.
„That‘s an important skill of you want to lead masses. Do you think you will use that skill in the future?“
I know this isn‘t a nonchalant question. He wants to know something specific. But I am not completely sure what he wants to imply.
„As the son of the districts Baker? No. As a mentor I can see myself doing what is best for my mentees.“
A cold smile emerges on the presidents face and I realize that my answer didn‘t give him the desired information.
„It‘s possible that certain people will approach you. People that want to change the order of Panem and endanger the fragile peace we are having. I advise you to stay away from them. Some of them might already be closer to you than you think. I know they need skilled people like you. I wonder myself what you might be able to do if you were trained properly and not only in a school which mostly just teaches about coal mining.“ He pauses and leans forward. „The capitol could offer you an education that suits you better. Panem needs young men with skills like yours. I tried to form a few of them to inherit my place one day but none of them were as talented as you. A boy from the smallest and most inferior district.“
His look on me is intense. He wants to analyze my reaction but I just sit still, waiting for his next words.
„That‘s what I am offering you, Peeta Mellark. There might be some problems due to your background but I think a little rebranding and the capitol and districts will forget that you ever not belonged here.“
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