𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑, 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 || 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐕

Of course, the Capitol was his rightful place, the pinnacle of power and luxury.

In the recollection, he remembered weaving his words like a tapestry, using his silver tongue to deflect and divert.

The notion of the Districts being liberating held no allure for him; the bugs, the birdsong, the rugged simplicity— none of it resonated with Coriolanus.

His aspirations reached far beyond the confines of District life, entwined with the opulence and influence of the Capitol.

As he reflected on that moment, Coriolanus marveled at the effectiveness of his manipulation.

The art of persuasion was his forte, a skill he honed to perfection at the Academy.

Lucy Gray, unaware of the intricacies of his ambitions, became a pawn in his grand game, a stepping stone back to the coveted halls of power.

The Districts were merely a temporary stage, a means to an end, and Coriolanus couldn't fathom settling for such a life.

The bugs, the birds, and the simplicity were obstacles he endured, a necessary facade to maintain his precarious position.

The Capitol, with its allure of affluence and authority, remained the ultimate destination, and Coriolanus would employ every ounce of his charm to ensure a triumphant return.

The following day, Coriolanus found himself dialing for Tigris; he had not spoken to his cousin since he left the Capitol.

The anticipation swirled within Coriolanus as he waited for the Videophone connection to establish. His thoughts were preoccupied with the recent turn of events– Commander Hoff's decision to promote him to Officer Training in District 2.

His mind raced with plans on how to expedite his departure from District 12, knowing that advancing through the ranks would speed up his plans for Lucy Gray– a necessary sacrifice for his ambitions.

The screen flickered to life, and there was Tigris, his cousin, her face beaming through the pixels.

"Coryo?" she exclaimed, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and surprise.

"Tigris?" Coriolanus followed.

"Coryo! Your curls!" she exclaimed, looking at his new shaved hair, rid of his previous curly locks.

"I know," Coriolanus responded with a smile, acknowledging the change in his appearance that had caught her attention.

As they exchanged pleasantries, Coriolanus couldn't help but notice the unfamiliar background behind Tigris.

"Tigris, where are you?" he inquired, curiosity lacing his voice. Tigris sighed before explaining, "We got an eviction notice before you left, but I didn't want to worry you."

Coriolanus's eyes widened in shock. "What? They evicted you?" he interjected, concern etching his features.

Tigris shook her head reassuringly, "We're fine. I'm fine, Grandma'am is fine— Seraphina, she found out we were evicted, and..." Tigris hesitated momentarily, prompting Coriolanus's thoughts to veer into an uneasy direction, considering Seraphina's anger towards him.

Did Seraphina get them evicted? He thought to himself. She certainly has a reason to after what he did to her, plus she has all the power and money to do so.

Sera would never do that. Coriolanus shook his head, ridding himself of such thoughts.

"Seraphina, she bought the whole place, Coryo. For us. She got everything refurbished. We don't have to pay the rent anymore!" Tigris announced, her eyes shining with gratitude.

"She didn't want any payment, no matter how much I insisted. Seraphina decided that I could just make her new dresses, but she still paid me regardless."

Coriolanus felt a whirlwind of emotions at the revelation. Shock, gratitude, and a tinge of guilt danced within him.

Despite their strained relationship, Seraphina had extended a helping hand to his family, a gesture that transcended her anger.

"Sera did that?" he asked a mix of surprise and genuine confusion coloring his words.

Tigris nodded, "She's been very kind, Coryo. I know things have been difficult, but she genuinely cares about us."

Coriolanus absorbed the information, his mind grappling with the complexities of Seraphina's actions.

At that moment, the intricacies of his feelings towards her, a blend of regret and admiration, swirled within him, leaving him with a sense of gratitude that Seraphina had cared enough to lend a hand when his family needed it the most.

The news about Seraphina's unexpected assistance to his family hit Coriolanus with a mixture of shock and gratitude.

As Tigris shared the details, Coriolanus found himself grappling with the realization that despite the animosity and distance he had deliberately created between them, Seraphina had stepped forward to aid his family in their time of need.

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over him– surprise, relief, and an overwhelming sense of indebtedness.

Deep down, a part of him had never completely severed the bond he shared with Seraphina.

It was always her.

Her actions, though unanticipated, revealed a side of her that stirred a complex blend of emotions within him.

At that moment, Coriolanus made a silent vow to himself.

He would repay Seraphina for her kindness, not just by succeeding in his Officer Training and securing a position of influence, but by coming back to her at the Capitol and ensuring she had everything she desired in life.

He recognized the depth of her sacrifices, the cost she had borne for him, and the subtle yet undeniable thread that still connected them.

Seraphina's help became a driving force for Coriolanus, a motivator that fueled his determination to rise above the challenges in District 12.

In his mind, the debt he owed to Seraphina would not go unpaid, and he envisioned a future where he could provide her with the comfort, luxury, and security she deserved– a future where he would give her everything and anything she desired.

Coriolanus Snow is going to make Seraphina Aveline the First Lady of Panem very soon.

His First Lady.

His Girl.