Cassie.
Storming into my room with nothing but detest rolling off me in waves, I spotted Sansa sitting on the sofa reading over a piece of parchment that looked ancient. I hadn’t expected her to be here so quickly, but as her eyes gazed up at me, she seemed to sense my mood and quickly placed the paper down on her lap.
“What’s wrong with you?” Her cool and collected reply made me sigh as I shook my head, trying to gather my thoughts. Sansa was a very blunt and straightforward girl but she had a sense of leadership behind her that was unspoken and something I appreciated.
“Heard of Prince Finnick?”
Laughter escaped her lips as she nodded. “Oh, yes. I heard of him and even had the pleasure of briefly meeting him last night. He is quite the… royal highness, isn’t he?”
“That’s a polite way to put it.” I scoffed with a smile. “He thinks he has some claim on me and came to the games to try and win me. Just like every other fuckhead that’s walking around here.”
