"In the end even gold goes grey"
They say District 8 is the most rebellious district. Their Victors are a good example of that.
In which a Victor from District 8 isn't supposed to have relationships but grows closer to a Victor from District 4.
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"This is insane. You people are insane." Bex said as she walked into a smaller meeting room where Lucy-Gray and Paylor were already waiting for them.
Rhys, Delila, Isla and Nash followed behind, "What's happening?" Lucy-Gray asked
"We're getting married," Rhys told her
Lucy-Gray smiled, "Because of Coin. To distract the District Thirteen people, to keep them happy. A whole load of bullcrap." Isla added in and the smile from Lucy-Gray changed slightly. She clearly didn't like that idea.
"Listen." Rhys started and everyone turned to face him, "I don't want to die not being able to call Delila my wife.
Nash nodded, "I get that I do, but not for them. They can't be trusted, Rhys. Coin especially."
Rhys just gave him a look, "Don't you think I know that? Don't you think I can see it? Look, if they broadcast the wedding then Coriolanus might see it, now he won't know it's me but it will piss him off, and if I am alive for one reason it is to piss him off...someone else might see it too."
"Who?" Paylor asked
Rhys paused, he clearly hadn't said the name out loud in a very long time, "My cousin, Tigris. She knows what I look like."
"How?" Lucy-Gray asked, to her knowledge, Rhys had never left District Eight, he wouldn't risk it. He couldn't leave anyway.
Bex slightly smiled as she shook her head, "Me. I've been giving her letters from Rhys, for years...you know you could've said who she was to you."
Bex had never questioned Rhys, his business was his business, and if he knew someone in the Capitol it wasn't her place to question it.
"Are we really fucking doing this?" Nash asked, "A wedding? A District Eight wedding? Which normally has a god awful amount of people...and there's seven of us?"
Paylor nodded, "Looks like it."
Delila turned to Lucy-Gray, "Want to walk me down?"
"What?" Bex's grandmother asked, shock on her face, she wasn't blood District Eight and she knew that, she wasn't blood any District, "Really?"
