Dear Sable,
I hope you are telling the truth, and this isn't another one of your cruel tricks--though if it is I don't see what good could come of this for you. I am Gillenia Zenith, your best friend from District 12, we are, or were, like sister. You were chosen for the Rose Pageant and you and young President Snow fell for each other quickly. So you married him. But Flint, our childhood friend, had feelings for you and viewed this as a betrayal. He stormed your wedding solo, and then Snow imprisoned him. Snow bombed a section of 13, where I have been living with my father, nearly killing my love, Cillian. We ran away together with my father, and as I wrote to you of our travels you said we were trapped in the Hunger Games. Oh, and you're the Gamemaker, by the way. Also, you should know that Flint is dead. We tried to tell him the truth and form an alliance with him, but the Capitol got to him first. He said we were a part of your scheme, he tried to kill us. So we killed him first. And left white roses on his grave. The Capitol has turned us into murderers. You only became the pet of the Capitol when you got too close to Snow and let him use you. Your "master" likely won't let you do anything but drink the night lock and do their bidding. Try and fake it so we can keep the real you and perhaps help you escape--eventually.
Best of luck,
Gillenia
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The Letters of Sable and Gillenia
FanfictionTaking place after the young Coriolanus becomes president of Panem, two best friends, Sable from District 12, and Gillenia from the forbidden and secret District 13, exchange letters about their lifestyles, the government, and conspiracies on how to...
