#kentwell

Parings: Clove Kentwell x Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff

Y/n and Clove had been dating for six months now. They met at the training academy in district two.

Clove was a natural born fighter, and she was determined to win the games.

Y/n was more of a strategist, coming from a family of victors, she knew how to play the game.

It was the 16th year of their training, and Y/n had hit a wall in her knife throwing skills.

She had been practicing non-stop, but it seemed like she just couldn't get it right. That's when her girlfriend Clove stepped in to help.

Clove was always watching Y/n's training, and when she saw that Y/n was struggling, she knew she had to lend a hand. As Y/n stood in front of the target, Clove came up behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist.

"Let me show you," Clove whispered in Y/n's ear before placing a gentle kiss on her neck.

Y/n felt a rush of warmth and excitement fill her body. She had always had a small crush on Clove ever since they first met, and the thought of her being close like this was almost too much to handle.

Clove helped Y/n adjust her stance, positioning her arms and legs just right. She then showed her how to throw the knife, demonstrating a perfect shot right in the middle of the target.

Y/n took a deep breath, feeling Clove's hands on her waist as she prepared to make her own throw. With Clove's guidance, she let the knife go, watching as it flew straight towards the target, hitting it dead center.

"Yes!" Y/n exclaimed, turning around to face Clove.

Clove was smiling, proud of Y/n's accomplishment. Before she knew it, Y/n found herself leaning in for a kiss. Clove met her halfway, their lips interlocking in a passionate embrace.

For a few moments, they forgot where they were, lost in the heat of the moment. It wasn't until a trainer cleared their throat that they pulled apart.

"Girls, back to training," the trainer said sternly.

Y/n and Clove laughed, brushing it off as they returned to their drills.

Over the next few months, Y/n and Clove continued to train together, pushing each other to be the best they could be. They grew closer every day, sharing kisses and secret moments in between their exercises.

As the day of the Hunger Games approached, Y/n knew that she had something more to fight for than just herself. She wanted to win for Clove, to make her proud and show her how much she meant to her.

The day of the Hunger Games arrived, and Y/n found herself face to face with her opponents. Although she was scared, she felt more confident and sure of herself than ever before. Clove was at her side, offering her unwavering support.

Throughout the games, Y/n fought hard, using all the skills she had learned in training. When it came down to the final two, she faced off against a tough opponent. But with Clove's encouragement ringing in her ears, she managed to make the final kill.

When Y/n emerged from the arena; victorious, she was met with cheers and applause from the crowd. But the only one who mattered to her was Clove, who ran to her side, wrapping her in a tight embrace.

"I'm so proud of you," Clove whispered in Y/n's ear.

Y/n smiled, feeling overjoyed and relieved all at the same time. She had done it, and she had Clove to thank for it.

Stepping back in time with the Tudors of Kentwell Hall

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Image caption Suffolk stately home Kentwell Hall has been hosting Tudor days since 1978

Kentwell Hall is a Tudor mansion with an exterior largely unchanged since 1550. Today it makes the perfect venue to experience the sights, sounds and smells of the 16th Century by recreating the Tudor period.

Yet this was…