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Assistant: Title: A Reaping of Roses
        Author: herondaleproperty herondaleproperty 
        Chapter: 2/16 
        Summary: "I can't have you," Finnick whispered, pressing a soft, parting kiss to her forehead, "because you'll always be Snows, not mine."Rhoswen (Rose) Snow is the daughter of President Snow, who rescued her from a homeless, destitute life in District Four when she was six years old. She has been raised in the Capitol, and is content there until protests arise amongst the districts. Citizens believe Rose should be reaped since she was born in district four.To keep a Civil War from breaking out, Snow puts his daughter in the ceremony. But then things go awry and she's suddenly the female tribute for Four and her mentor is none other than Finnick Odair, a fleeting crush from years ago.What will happen when a white rose is thrown to the wolves? When a mentor becomes so much more? When the poison spreads? Snow must fall. But the question is: Which one? Daughter or Father?-Covers all 3 books/ movies.-Mature/ sensual content (mature readers only!)
        Contents: Chapter 2: A Birthday for the Ages
    

    


      
        
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    --Four Years Before the Events of the Hunger Games--“And how is your schooling going?” Snow asked, cutting into his meat, his gold fork glinting in the sunlight. Rose ran a thumb over her own spoon, scraping it against her ceramic bowl. What was that saying? Born with a silver spoon in the mouth? Her’s was gold.“Rhoswen?”Rose’s head perked up and she paused mid-chew. Had he asked her something? “I’m sorry…I…”Her father raised a hand, wiping at the corner of his mouth with a crimson napkin. Her father insisted on red cloth, saying it went well with his red wine. She wasn’t sure why he was so obsessed with red. It’d make more sense for them to be white, with his favoritism of white roses. She was sick of the flower having seen it all her life, smelt it all her life. If she never saw a white rose again it’d be too soon.Her father chuckled, setting his napkin down. “You seem to have your head in the clouds. What’s on your mind, darling?”She swallowed, pulling her fingers together tightly. “Nothing, father. I’m sorry.” She shook her head, forcing herself to reach forward and take a sip of water. Mostly, she was thinking about Finnick. When was she not? The games were starting soon, which meant he’d probably be mentoring someone, another person reaped to die. He’d be brought back into the limelight, well…more so than usual. She dreaded and awaited every Hunger Games just for that.“It’s alright, I get it. You’re a young woman on the cusp of adulthood.” He smiled at her. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten what day it is today.” His eyes crinkled, those vivid blues set on her.“You couldn’t if you wanted to,” Rose said, glancing out the window at the crowd that resided outside, cheering her name. Some even held signs.“Oh you can’t blame the citizens of the Capitol,” he said, taking a sip of wine. “You know they all love you.” Rose nodded. She went through the countless letters of fan mail she received, dedicating a day to going through each one. She tried to write back to all of them, not because she wanted to, but because everyone expected her to. She wrote till her eyes began to droop and her fingers ached, her sleeve dragging through the ink and smudging it so much that she’d have to restart.“Speaking of, did you see the gown I placed in your bedroom for this evening?” he speared a piece of meat, popping it into his mouth.“Not yet,” Rose said, dragging her spoon through her soup. She didn’t eat animals and tried to convince her father not to too, but he was a stubborn man. No matter how much she worried after his health. He adopted her when he was in his sixties, and it felt as though the two of them were running out of time.“She’s thinking about the games,” Aggripina muttered, taking a sip of her wine. Rose didn’t even know how she got wine, she was seventeen.“Thinking about a certain someone,” Celestia said, wiggling her eyebrows. Rose flared her eyes at her “siblings,” reaching out a foot to kick at Celestia. Normally, she thought she could trust Celestia, she was the lesser evil of Snow’s grandchildren. Agrippina on the other hand…“Looking forward to seeing a career, are we?” Snow asked. Ah, he assumed she was hoping for a career, not for a man who won the games five years ago. “That’s what I like to hear. It’s supposed to be an interesting one this year.”“Lysander Cayhen is the gamemaker this year, is he not?” Agrippina asked. Rose caught Celestina’s gaze and rolled her eyes dramatically, making her giggle. Agrippina knew who the gammakers were, she just wanted to impress her grandfather.“That’s right,” Snow said, nodding.“Finnick Odair is mentoring the tribute from district four, isn’t he?” Agrippina asked.Snow’s head cocked. “Yes, he is. Why do you ask?” Rose’s jaw clenched, and she gripped her spoon so tightly her knuckles ached.“Just wondering. He’s so fascinating to look at. Don’t you think, Rhoswen?” Agrippina raised a brow, staring down at her sister. Agrippina was sixteen years old, which meant she wasn’t yet at the age of being above pestering Rose. Not that Rose ever thought she would be. One of Agrippina’s favorite subjects was her lingering crush on Finnick. Probably because she wasn’t supposed to watch the games, none of them were. But none of them listened.“I suppose,” Rose said, her voice terse as she glared at her sister.“Girls, this kind of talk is indecent,” Snow said, though there was an amused spark in his eyes. “We should be discussing what role your sister wants to take when she turns eighteen.” Snow looked over at her, raising his brows. He had been discussing her being a part of his cabinet for years now. He wanted her right at his side, supposedly helping to make decisions and govern Panem but Rose knew it was actually just a way for him to keep an eye on her, to keep her safe in their little bubble of the Capitol.“Actually, I have an idea,” Rose said, setting down her golden spoon. “I was thinking of being an ambassador for the Capitol. Going from district to district to get a first-hand account of things. Be an advocate for change and all that. I think I could use my history with four to help connect with the people.”Silence fell across the table and Rose had half the urge to grab her knife and slice it through the air as the tension was so thick.Her father stared her down, his blue eyes wide, his hand half-way to his wine glass. Then, as if a flip had been switched, he jerked back into motion, grabbing his drink.“Well that would be a lovely idea if it weren’t such a danger.” He took a sip, setting it back down, his fingers flexing around the stem.“A danger?” Rose’s heart thudded beneath her collarbone. Thump thump thump. It filled her thoughts, drowning out any chance of formulating a response to her father.He laughed and Rose saw Celestia stiffen, her eyes darting over to her non-biological sister. “You’re the most famous girl in the Capitol,” he said, waving a hand around the table. “No, it’s much too dangerous for you to act like such common folk. You’ll stay where you rank. And that is not amongst the districts.” He cut into his steak, the metal screeching against the plate with finality.Rose swallowed, her mouth dry. Her heart was screaming now, desperately begging to jump out of her chest. To leap out at her father and beg him to listen, to understand. But that was not Coralonous Snow.So Rhoswen instead sealed her lips and leaned back in her chair, listening through her heart’s screams as Snow asked Celestia how her art show went, and how Agrippina was advancing with her studies. All was good, it was all so, so good.So she sat, and she listened, and she stayed quiet. That was what she was good at afterall. And all she’d ever do.#“Well don’t you just look marvelous,” Ying, her designer said, clasping her hands together. The tall lavender wig atop her head shook with the movement and Rose waited for it to fall but, like always, it somehow defied gravity.“It’s all you,” Rose said, looking down at the dress draped over her body. It was pure white, almost startlingly white. It was the color her father had her dress in since she was a girl. He had named her after his favorite roses, so why not let her dress like it too?The dress itself had a corset top and sheer long sleeves designed with a lace pattern to look like flowers. The skirt hung her, flaring out at her calves in a mermaid-like style. Everytime she moved, the fabric swung, slithering against the ground. She’d certainly not be running off to the lake to rescue any endangered fish in this outfit, that was for sure. But then, she hadn’t done that in years.“Oh please,” Ying muttered, waving a hand. “Sure that dress would look splendid on anyone, but no one can make it come to life quite like you.”Rose felt her cheeks warm and she smiled, only to be reprimanded by the man dusting blush onto her cheekbones. “Stop squirming, we’re almost done.” She rolled her eyes playfully and Augustus thwacked her with the dull end of his brush. “Any more moving and I’ll paint your entire face pink.”Rose narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t.”Augustus grinned. “Don’t test me, Rosie.”Rose wrinkled her nose at him, to which he rolled his eyes. He gave her one more swipe before stepping back, clasping his hands together. Augustus had been doing her makeup for as long as she could remember, just as Ying had been dressing her for her entire life. The three of them made a formidable team, probably preparing for over three-hundred Capitol events in their time together. Her birthday was just another drop in the bucket.“Eighteen,” Ying murmured, looping her arm through Augustus’s. “Can you believe it?”“Barely,” August murmured, shaking his head. The purple highlight that crested his cheekbone glittered with the movement, contrasting against his dark skin tone. “They grow up so fast.”“You act as if you didn’t meet me when I was six,” Rose said, picking herself up off her chair. It was true, Snow adopted her when she was six, living in district four. The story which she heard a thousand times said that Snow had visited Four and had seen Rose cowering in an alleyway, half-starved to death, shivering in the cold, wearing nothing but scraps. Sure Four was one of the richer districts, but that didn’t mean no one suffered.He had taken mercy on her and brought her home to the Capitol. It was a huge deal, the press had covered it for years. But things had settled and now her origin story was old news. Though what she wore, said, and ate wasn’t. She couldn’t remember a day where she wasn’t in the tabloids. Nothing negative of course, no one dared chafe against Snow’s white rose.And that was indeed what she was. Snow’s rose. The white dress hung tightly to her frame, contrasting against her dark hair. A brown so dark it was practically black. Augustus kept her hair in simple waves but kept her makeup sharper. Her eyes were coated in dark colors, her lips a dusty rose. Snow wouldn’t like the bold look. It was why he kept her in white. Innocence, chastity, all that lovely stuff.She turned to look at Augustus. “We might get in trouble for this.”Augustus waved a hand. “It’s worth it, doll. You look divine.”A raucous cheer sounded from outside and Ying clapped her hands. “That crowd sounds larger than last year. I guess we’re not the only ones excited for the big eighteen.” She was practically beaming and Rose forced herself to smile. She hated her birthdays. Too many people, too much noise. She’d rather stay in her bedroom all day and read under her covers.She picked up her skirts and moved over to the window. The crowd did indeed sound larger, and more rowdy than years before.She tugged the curtain away to see the crowd had multiplied from lunch. They were swarming near the gate, lots holding signs saying how much they adored her and wishing her a happy birthday, but then her eyes caught on to a few other signs.She blinked, then blinked again, unsure if she was reading them right. Surely not. Surely no one would be holding signs that said “Reap Rhoswen, you Coward,” and “She Was Born in The Districts, She Should Be Reaped Like them Too,” and even, “Rhoswen Snow is One of Us, Stop Acting Like She’s Not.”Rose’s mouth went dry. She wasn’t even sure how citizens from the districts had gotten into the Capitol, but that didn't matter. What mattered was how they felt. They weren’t wrong, she had been parading around as a Capitol member her entire life, even though her blood hailed from Four. But…but to be reaped? That was insane. Wasn’t it? She wasn’t a part of the districts. The thought never even crossed her mind. But it crossed others.“Oh this is absurd,” Ying muttered, flicking the curtain closed from the other window. “I’m going to get Egeria to send peacekeepers their way.” Ying was small, but she was quite the force. Even Rose didn’t want to get in her way when she was angry.“No, Ying, it’s fine,” she said. “The people have the right to say what they want. Who are we to stop them?”“We are the Capitol!” she said, pressing a hand to her chest. “And besides, you don’t deserve such treatment. You are the President’s daughter, you deserve respect.”“She’s right,” Augustus said. “It’s not right what they’re saying.”“It’s fine,” Rose said, squaring her shoulders. “Let them protest, it won’t do anything anyways. My father won’t allow me to be reaped.”“Right, of course,” Ying said, clasping her hands together. “Let’s not let it ruin this special day.” Rose plastered on one of her smiles and followed them out the door, trying not to remain too aware of the protesting happening just a hundred feet away.#“If you smile I will give you half my gifts,” Rose whispered to a slouched Celestia. The girl’s head perked up before she narrowed her eyes.“At least three-fourths,” she said, crossing her arms.Rose let out a low whistle. “You drive a hard bargain.”“These events take a lot out of me,” she shrugged. “I’m a woman with needs, you know.”Rose rolled her eyes, bumping her sister’s hip with her own. Celestia was only eight, but she was a smart girl. They all were. The sister’s parents were never around. And from what Rose had seen, that wasn’t exactly a bad thing. Their mother, Drusilla, only married into the family for power, and didn’t care much for anything else. Snow’s son, Julianus, was a repressed drunk whose only source of joy was flinging around money. Rose tried her best to be a parental figure for Celstia, at least. Agrippina was a lost cause.“Fine, you can have all of them and the first bite of birthday cake. How about that?” Rose wiggled her brows and Celestia’s eyes went wide.“Really?”“Really.” Celestia wrapped her arms tight around her sister and Rose laughed, patting her atop the head. She had braided her sister’s hair in a simple milkbraid since she hated the elaborate updos those in the Capitol did. Her sister hated most of what the Captiol did, including the Games, but they never spoke about that.“Happy birthday!” some woman who was probably important but Rose couldn’t remember for the life of her said, waving as she passed. Rose thanked her and gave an elegant wave, a bead of sweat rolling down her spine. Her toes were aching from being pinched into her shoes and her lower back was throbbing. She wanted nothing more than to collapse but they weren’t even halfway done with the party.The entire Presidential Palace had been decorated in elegant pink streamers and ribbons. White and pink balloons fluttered around them and collected on the floor. The food and drinks also revolved around the light-pink theme. There were tiny sandwiches and pastries and cookies with actual portraits of her face on them. There was some fizzy alcoholic drink that Rose wanted nothing more than to chug to forget about this God-awful night. But alas, she had been barred from alcohol.Image is everything, my little rose. Snow’s words echoed through her brain, something he had been repeating to her ever since he had rescued her. The first time had been when she had been crying as a Capitol worker with sharp red lips and nails to match had been raking a brush through her hair after she had been scooped up from Four, ignoring her pleas as her scalp burned. It was also the first time she had forced her tears down and bit back her pain, putting a leash so tight on it, it’d never escape. She couldn’t remember the last time she had cried, not even during her “punishments.”“I don’t know how you do it,” Celestia said. “I just wanna go to bed.” She groaned, leaning against her sister.“I know, I do too,” Rose murmured, rubbing at her sister’s back.“Rhoswen!” a voice said.Rose turned to see none other than Caesar Flickerman walking over to her, a blinding white smile contrasting against his tan skin. His hair was a deep green color, something that seemed to be ever-changing. She wondered if it was like a mood ring.“Caesar!” Rose let go of her sister who happily wandered off to the pastry table, to reach for the fan-favorite host. She hugged him tightly, smelling his crisp cologne underlined with a hint of champagne. Drunk, clearly.“And how is my Goddaughter on this very special day?” he asked, pulling away from her. Yes, he had commissioned himself her Godfather, even though she had been adopted. No one had been quite as moved by her sob story as Caesar Flickerman.“Good, how are you?”“Oh divine,” he said, waving a hand. “These birthday parties of yours always bring out the finest men, have you noticed?”Rose giggled. “I haven’t.”“Well, let me just say I have seen some fine specimens.” His eyes widened and his brows waved. “I might not be going home alone tonight, if you know what I mean.”She patted him on the chest, trying not to laugh. “I think you need some water, Caesar.”“But what about you? Any men caught your eye? Women?”Rose sighed, letting her eyes roam about the room. Strangers. All of them. Even if she did know her guests, it wasn’t in any real way. None of the people in her life were truly connected to her. They just wanted to move up in the ranks, wanted to catch a glimpse of the life of the “truly elite.” Or whatever they liked to call it. It felt more like a noose to her.“Not yet,” she muttered. Maybe once, but that had been five years ago. And saying that would be just plain sad.“Ah well, I guess I shouldn’t even be asking considering that goes against your morals or what not,” he waved his hands in a vague gesture. Rose’s brows furrowed and he pressed a kiss to her cheek, not noticing her expression. “But I have to run. Lovely seeing you. Let me know what you think of the gift! Toodaloo!” And then he was gone and she was left staring after him.“He’s not wrong, you know,” a voice said behind her. Rose closed her eyes, reaching up to rub at her throbbing temples.“Agrippina, I’m really not in the mood for-”“You’re even dressed like a wedding bride,” she said, coming over to lean against the pillar next to her sister. “Virgin white and all that. Have you even done it before?”Agrippina was just two years younger than Rose, not that one would assume with the way she acted. Rose didn’t understand the tension between them. Rose loved her, always would, but Agrippina didn’t share the sentiment. She had tried to salvage their relationship, but nothing worked. Baking together turned into Agrippina pelting chocolate chips at her. Reading in the library turned into Agrippina shredding her favorite book and feeding the pages into the fire. After that, she gave up.“I’m not answering that.” She felt her face go hot and she crossed her arms. “You’re acting like a child.”“Well I’ve done it before,” she said. “It’s as good as they say it is. But then again…I had a partner who knew what he was doing.”“If you keep talking I’m going to be sick-”“You know who he is, actually,” she said, turning to look at her sister, a smile on her lips.Rose felt her stomach drop. “Stop it.”Agrippina’s mouth curved into a smile. “I mean, you couldn’t expect that he’d hold onto you like you’ve held onto him after all these years, did you? I mean, he goes through Capitol women like we go through shoes. Obviously he’s not still attached.”Rose’s hands started to shake and she felt an odd sort of pressure around her middle, like something was wrapped around her lungs, squeezing the air out of her.“I mean, I know why he’s so lusted after now though,” she continued, loping a strand of red hair around her finger. “God, he’s good. I mean this thing he did with his tongue was incredible. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you? Father would have your head if you did.”Rose was frozen. She couldn’t even breathe. She could only stare as Agrippina grinned. She had fallen hopelessly into her trap and now she was completely ensnared, right where Agrippina wanted her.This thing he did with his tongue…Rose knew she had no claim on Finnick, he probably didn’t even remember, but the thought of him with his hands on Agrippina, her body writhing under his…“Well, have a good birthday, sis.” The girl flashed Rose a breathtaking smile before turning on her heel and delving into the crowd around them. Rose could only stare at the place she had been, a deep churning taking place inside her belly.Agrippina, as sick and twisted as she was, was right. Rose was being sheltered, sequestered off from the rest of the world. Like her father’s perfectly preserved flower inside a gilded cage. She loved Snow, she did, and maybe he didn’t realize what he was doing. But here she was celebrating her eighteenth birthday never even having been kissed. Was it purposeful? Was there a reason she wasn’t allowed to wear anything more than white?A hand suddenly gripped her arm and she flinched, turning to see Egeria at her side, already pushing her forward. “Come now, you have your speech with your father.”Sh@t. Right. The speech.Egeria caught sight of her expression. “Oh please tell me you wrote one.”“Of course I have.” She really hadn’t, had only made a few bullet points in her mind. But she had been making the same d@mn speech since she was seven years old every birthday. She knew this by heart.Egeria led her to the balcony doors, smiling at every guest who congratulated Rose, patting her hand or squeezing her shoulders. She couldn’t wait to take a shower hot enough to scald her skin once this was all over. To burn off all their touches.“And here she is, my daughter, Rhoswen Snow.” Her father’s voice boomed from the balcony, and Rose cursed inwardly. She was supposed to be outside before her father, but she had been distracted. She figured Agrippina had done that on purpose, then. No doubt she’d be punished for this later.Rose walked out the doors and into the cool night air, though she barely felt it. Her skin was on fire, nerves crawling over each inch of her. Another bead of sweat rolled down her spine and she shuddered, hoping it was hidden by the tight hug she gave her father.The crowd erupted into applause and Rose scanned them, looking for any sign of the protesters from before but caught sight of none. Maybe Ying had caved and sent peacekeepers to them after all. Either way, she was grateful she didn’t have to stress about them anymore.She bowed to the crowd and the screaming increased tenfold. She smiled, placing a hand to her heart. Look bashful, grateful, humble… Snow’s advice from speeches over the years echoed in her head. She looked over at her father to see him smiling down at her, pride shining in his eyes. His white rose on full display.“Hello all,” Rose said, her voice amplified by the microphones poised on the balcony. “Thank you all for attending, words cannot describe how grateful I am that all of you could make it.”“We love you!” a voice shouted from down below.Rose forced herself to laugh, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Well I love you all too. And I love you because you’ve accepted me as one of your own.”And here it goes…“As you all know, I have lived in the Capitol now for twelve years, but before that, I lived in district four. I didn’t have an easy life. Without President Snow… my father-” She faked a voice crack and looked over at the man to her right. “Without him taking mercy on me well…I’d probably be dead.”There was a collective “aw” from the audience before more applause. Snow nodded, a satisfied smile on his face.“But instead I came here, finding my rightful place amongst the Capitol’s rank. I’ll never be able to fully repay you all, but I hope you understand how grateful I am to be here. That I-”Rose’s words were cut short by the sound of something creaking and then something struck her atop the head, spreading over her skin and coating her hair and face, sluicing down her dress.Liquid, it was some sort of cold, thick liquid. She prayed it was rain but it wasn’t, she knew it wasn’t.With shaking hands, she reached up to wipe it from her eyes. Once her vision cleared, she was met with the horrified expressions of hundreds of people. But they weren’t looking at her. No, they were looking at something above her.“Rhoswen we have to go.” Her father was gripping her hand, trying to tug her away, but she was already looking up at the banner now hanging above them. The words were crudely drawn in red ink. No, not red ink. Blood. A deep, red blood that matched what was sticking to her skin.Screams echoed around them and her father finally pulled her back into the palace, but it was too late, Rose had already read what had been written. The words were already seared into her brain. She wouldn’t have been able to forget them if she tried.This is the blood of your brother and sister tributes from Four who died whilst you stayed safe in the capitol. Reap or stay a coward.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Ooooo she just got Carrie'd. Lmao hope you enoyed! I swear Finnick is coming soon, we just gotta establish some things first lol. Thank you so much for reading!'
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