dynasty meet royalty ꙰ eurydice&ainara

STARRING...

ainara gaultier

Step 1: turn this shithole district into something glamourous and desirable.

Ainara checked that box today with the fattest purple check mark she could scribble down, and picked up train tickets to District 1 not much later. Political visa, bitch, over the last two years she had gotten used to doing practically anything she wanted. The liasion was a daft, simple man who vanished during the rose plague - shame, she already hated the new one. A blue haired vixen, crazy in every way and bitter in the rest; thankfully, the night life was teeming with broads like her. 

She brought Isko along for the ride, somewhat like a purse dog these days, but spent the entire train ride on the phone with Haziel, barking orders to her newfound secretary. The two are a package deal, when she's not in the Haus, he's the man in charge, but recently she had grown obsessed with getting every detail in line on her own. Mother of the Haus, Mother of the District, and all these bitches are her kids. 

Perhaps that's why she reached out to Eurydice Le Roux so quickly - now that's a monarch. Everything Ainara wanted to be, Eurydice already was. 

Imagine how unstoppable they'd be together. 

"Isko, bags," she says to her companion, leaving him to gather the carry on's as she slips her shades on and begins towards the limo Le Roux had sent for her- what a doll. She needed a ride like this back home, something with a bit more grand of an entrance than the mayoral minivan. The pair of Gaultiers arrive shortly thereafter, with Isko preparing Ainara's hair for the meeting with Mayor Le Roux. 

It feels like a homecoming, being surrounded by such an air of excellence. Isko gets the door for her and she stomps in her stilettoes straight to the secretary's desk. "Gaultier," she says, and that's all she says, taking her designer shades off to stare the poor woman down at her own desk. "We have a meeting with Eurydice," pipes up Isko, "surely you can show us the way?"

The woman's name is Amethyst, how unfortunate. Ainara doesn't break eye contact until the exchange is complete, and only then she lowers her shades and takes towards Le Roux's office. Isko knocks once before opening the door with his free hand, three bags in the other, and that is when Ainara is faced with the most bloodthirsty woman in all of panem.

"Eurydice Le Roux, how grateful we are to meet you in person," she says, puckering her lips into a kiss. Mwah, like meeting a star in the flesh, "District 8 owes you for passing luxury to us, where it belongs." Ainara craves the best, tooth and nail, and she craves even more. 

"Before we get into the business of it all, I think this calls for a celebration!" She says, and almost on cue, Isko unzips a carry on of her and pulls out an elegant bottle of chardonnay and three tiny wine glasses. 

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