|The President's Daughter
Author: OurNightlock PM
Katniss is President Snow's daughter, but she doesn't like the games. In fact she wants them to end. When Peeta Mellark is reaped into the games she feels the need to save him, to make sure he is the one that comes out alive. Which her father doesn't like. As both Peeta and Katniss fall for each other, Snow is only angered more. Will their love over come Snow's evil?Rated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi/Romance - Peeta M. & Katniss E. - Chapters: 32 - Words: 59,143 - Reviews: 208 - Favs: 88 - Follows: 112 - Updated: 02-08-13 - Published: 08-30-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8481824
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The Presidents Daughter – Part 1
I wonder around the hall of my house attempting to find my father in this large house. I hated it. I didn't want to live here in the Capitol where they find entertainment in watching the games. It was sick, and wrong, and my father President Snow created them. I needed to find him because if I didn't he'd be furious. As the president's daughter I was required to watch the reaping recaps. "Ah, there you are Katniss" I spin to see Seneca Crane standing at the end of the hall looking at me in relief. He's been the gamemaker for a few years now. I compose my face which I'm sure reflected my distaste for him, and the games in general. I'm sure if he wasn't part of the games I wouldn't mind him. "I was just looking for my dad" I say bitterness leaking in my tone as I say dad. He nods and motions for me to follow him. I sigh slightly and follow him down the hall.
He leads me into the study in silence. "He's been waiting for you to start on the recaps" he says as he opens the door. I roll my eyes at his lame attempt at conversation and nod walking inside. "Katniss, what did I tell you?" my father says tiredly. I just give a slight shrug and plop down on the couch putting my feet up on the coffee table. He gives me a sharp look before starting the recaps. No one has much affect on me, especially not the tributes from District one and two who volunteer to go in. When District 11 shows up and Rue who I guess is about twelve is reaped, I stare at the screen appalled by the fact that no one volunteered for her. "Why would no one volunteer for her!?" I blurt out. My dad shots me a look that tells me to be quiet. Thresh is next to be reaped, and he looks almost like he could be a career.
Then, District 12. A girl named Madge Undersee is reaped. She walks onto the stage hands clearly shaking, blonde hair flowing down her back. She was clearly one of the richer people of the District. Then it hits me. Undersee. She's the mayor's daughter. "Why can she be reaped but not me?" I ask arching an eyebrow. No I wasn't asking to be reaped; I just didn't see how it was fair. "Would you like to be in the games? I'll gladly make arrangements" my dad says calmly clearly irritated by me. "No" I snap at him sitting back against the cushion. The next name to leave Effie Trinket's lips is Peeta Mellark. The camera shifts to show a muscular, blonde hair, and amazingly blue eyed boy. The expression on his face kills me, and makes me want to save him. "No!" I shout standing up abruptly. Both my father and Seneca look at me. For some reason I felt the need to protect this boy, to have him. "No, what?" Seneca asks raising an eyebrow at me.
"You can't let him go in there!" I object. Seneca tried to reason with me in a calm way but all I can do is ignore him and glare daggers at my father. He was the only one to blame. "Why do you care?" my dad snaps at me and I'm taken back for a minute. Why do I care? Maybe it was because he was the same age as me, and I know how I would feel if it were me. Or maybe it was the innocence in those blue eyes. "Because" is all I say. I wasn't sure but something about Peeta Mellark makes me want to keep him alive. I storm out of the study before anyone can say anything else. I would do everything I could to keep him alive, because I know my reaction will have made my father want Peeta Mellark dead. I am the president's daughter. So, maybe I would have just enough influence and power to make sure he lives.
I was reaped, along with the mayor's daughter. I had only spoken a few words to her before but I knew her well enough to know she was sweet. I could only hope that it didn't come down to the two of us. I didn't want to be the one to kill her. I didn't want to kill anyone. I sit with my head in my hands as the train moves closer and closer to the Capitol with every second. I only lift my head up when our drunken mentor Haymitch walks in. He stumbles his way over to the couch practically falling onto the couch. He was hardly able to stand straight. I glance over at Madge to see a mockingjay pin fastened on her white dress. As she looks at me images of having to kill her fill my mind and I look away quickly. I had to accept, if I was going to live she would have to die. "Congratulations" Haymitch slurs at us. The smell of alcohol hits me hard. I stay silent, and so does Madge. He takes a long drink of his alcohol and I can only form one though. If this is my mentor, I might as well give up all hope now.
I open my laptop trying to figure out as much about the mentor for District 12 as I could. I knew it was Haymitch Abernathy, but I didn't understand what he was doing so terribly wrong that no one from District 12 has one since he did. I find that he's an alcoholic. Great. That'll really help Peeta's chances of getting out alive. I shut my laptop sitting back in frustration. Mostly frustration in myself. If I hadn't reacted as I had, I wouldn't think that my father would possibly want Peeta Mellark dead all the more. I stand up walking over to my closet. I wasn't like the rest of the Capitol people. I dressed and acted like I was from the districts. I even took up archery. I knew these actions were what made my father dislike me. Though, the feeling was mutual.
I pull out a tank top and black pajama pants before pulling off my jeans and shirt. I pull on the tank top and pajama pants before the cool air can make me too cold. I climb into bed trying to think of ways to save Peeta Mellark. When I wake up I get out of bed eagerly. Quickly I get dressed in plain shirt and jeans and braid my hair back. Today the tributes would arrive, and tonight would be the tribute parade. I ignore my father's good morning and run out of the house. He would probably just assume I was going to work on my archery. I run down the streets until I reach the training center. I was hoping to find Cinna and Portia, the District 12 stylists. I walk in calmly and find Seneca setting up the gamemakers area. "Seneca" I say his name loud enough for him to turn to me. He gives me an expression that's clearly confusion.
"Katniss, what are you doing here" I hesitate wondering if this would get back to my father. What did it matter? If it did, he would know I was serious. "Is Portia or Cinna here?" I ask arching an eyebrow. He looks over me for a second probably wondering what my motives are. "They're in the District 12 apartment waiting for Peeta and Madge" I nod and head towards the elevator. I press the button for twelve and impatiently wait for the elevator to stop. I step out relieved to find Cinna and Portia sitting on the couch. "Katniss!" Cinna smiles and gets up to give me a hug. "Look, I need to talk to you guys. I need a favor"
They exchange a look and nod for me to continue. "I need your help keeping Peeta Mellark alive. You need to make sure he's impressive and gets sponsors" I give them a pleading look before adding "Please." Cinna and Portia both nod and I hug them tightly. "Thank you!" Maybe, I could pull this off. I pull back when I hear the elevator door opening. As soon as I turn around his blue eyes meet mine.
The minute I step off the elevator my eyes meet gray eyes. Which belonged to the most beautiful girl I've ever layed eyes on. I couldn't believe she was from the Capitol. She had the same gray eyes everyone from the seam back home had. What was she even doing here? "I'm sorry, I should leave" she heads towards the elevator but stops almost in front of me. "I'm Katniss, by the way" she gives a warm genuine smile and slides onto the elevator. Katniss. I was sure I knew that name, but I would've remembered seeing her. "That's the president's daughter" Effie trills from behind us. Snow's daughter. No way. She didn't resemble him in any way, and she certainly seemed a lot nicer. "I'm Portia" one of the stylists steps forward offering me her hand. I take it and shake it slightly. I glance over my shoulder to see that Haymitch is gone. "We should get started" Portia says calling back my attention before leading me to a prep room.
I walk out of the elevator Haymitch stumbling behind me "What do you want, sweetheart?" he slurs at me and the smell of alcohol causes me to wrinkle my nose. "Look, I need you to pull your shit together" he gives me a drunken glare but I ignore it. "I need Peeta to be the victor" he arches an eyebrow not understanding. "Why?" I sigh frustrated. "Alright, I want him to be the victor. No need" this clears the confusion off of his face and he nods. "What do I get out of this?" I think about it for a moment before answering. "He'll be a mentor for twelve as well. So, you can drink and drink all you want." He considers this for a moment. "That doesn't give me a reason why I should save him over the girl." He shrugs and it takes me a minute to remember the girl. "Why not Peeta?" I challenge. His smirk falters clearly not having an answer. "Alright. I'll do it." He shoves the bottle of alcohol at me before walking – more like stumbling back to the elevator.
I glance down at the bottle wrinkling my nose. Seneca walks up behind me taking it from me. "I thought you wanted to talk to Cinna and Portia about Peeta, not Haymitch about alcohol" I look at him almost insulted he thought so low of me. I give him a sharp glare, before an idea comes to mind. "I want to sit with the gamemarkers this year" I tell him. His face shows a couple emotions, surprise, confusion, and then suspicion. "Why?" I purse my lips but only for a second. "I'm curious" I say giving a slight shrug. He eyes me suspiciously then gives me a nod. "Alright, your father will be pleased" I roll my eyes. He says it as if I care what my father thinks of me.
The president's daughter. I couldn't wrap my head around it. Why was she here? Why did she introduce herself? My biggest question though was why do I care? She's Snow's daughter, and she hasn't tried to stop the games. But still, her smile, her beauty, and the way I felt when our eyes met. "Why was Katniss talking to you guys?" I arch an eyebrow looking at Portia in the mirror as she works on making my at the moment messy hair neat. She presses her lips together. "Oh, she's our friend…you know. She's sweet" I shake my head not believing her. It's not that I didn't believe Katniss was their friend, and that she wasn't sweet I just didn't believe that was the reason she was there. "Portia…" I press. She drops the comb and bends down keeping her head up to whisper to me. "She wants you to win" I look at myself in the mirror to see the shock I felt clearly painted on my face. Why would she want me to win? She doesn't even know me.
I ignore my father when he tells me to be in my seat behind the podium for the tribute parade in five minutes. Instead I walk back to the chariots. The tributes faces all reflect confusion and recognition. I ignore the stares walking back to where Peeta, Madge, Haymitch, Effie, Cinna, and Portia stand. I nod approvingly at the pure black costume with red and orange here and there to look like burning coal. It was almost dazzling. Especially when they would move. The colors were put just right to make it look like actual burning coal whenever they move. I was quite impressed. "May I talk to you, for a second?" I say looking straight at Peeta. He looks at me surprised, but less surprised then I'd have expected. He gives me a nod and I walk a fair distance from the chariot with him trailing behind me. "You need to present yourself as a likeable, but tough person" I say as I come to a stop and turn to face him. He surveys my face unsure. "Why are you helping me?" I shrug shaking off his question. "You need to impress the sponsors, okay?" he nods. I could feel almost every person's eyes on us, so to give him an edge I lean in and place a kiss on his cheek whispering "Good luck" with that I turn on my heels and sprint, hoping I won't be in too much trouble.