The Luna Choosing Game

My gaze was fixed to the television screen as I tried to soak in every possible detail of my ex-boyfriend.

In the three years since I’d seen him last, Nicholas had matured, filling out his previously lanky teenage figure. Skinny arms had widened with muscle. His broad torso tapered into a narrow waist.

He’d lost the boyish width to his face. His cheekbones had always been high, but now his jawline was sharp enough to cut glass.

He had been handsome when we’d dated.

But looking at him now, at the man he became..

He was jaw-droppingly gorgeous.

And apparently… a prince?

I’d known he was nobility, but I had no idea he was that high in the royal succession.

“Turn it up,” I said.

Anna increased the volume, until we could hear the newscaster’s voice.

“With the borders unstable and the economy in decline, the public has expressed fear for both their future and the future of the dwindling next generation. Through this choosing game, the royal family hopes to inspire the public…”

“It’s a good distraction,” I said. Everyone I’d encountered today had been talking about it, instead of their usual woes and worries. “

Anna said. “I’m inspired.” When I gave her a disbelieving look, she shrugged. “It shows the royal family is actually trying, instead of sitting up in their high towers, ignoring us. That gives me hope.”

The voice on the television continued, “In addition to providing entertainment and comfort to the everyday populace, the selection offers a unique opportunity for the princes, who have yet to find their mates. As per law, a prince needs a partner to inherit the throne.”

Logically, upon seeing Nicholas in the lineup for the selection, I knew he didn’t have a mate, yet still my brain struggled to make sense of it.

When we’d dated, Nicholas had been kind and generous, talented, handsome. How could someone like that have failed to find their match?

“Can you believe this?” Anna asked me. “They are all so handsome!”

The footage of the three princes played on a loop. This time, I was able to see more than just Nicholas. Like the person beside him. One of his brothers.

Julian?

mine at the Royal Academy, but they had hated each other. Everyone saw them as

aged 18 to 22 to

ended, and another story began. Anna lowered

couch, lifting one leg onto the cushion so that she could face me. “When are you submitting your

a single mother, Anna. I

How long are you

“Elva isn’t a burden.”

you are holding yourself back. You shouldn’t be stuck here as a waitress

had no intention of leaving her behind so that I could blindly chase a

I deflected. “You don’t belong

There’s no harm in applying. You should submit the form. I’ll look after Elva if you’re selected. Plus, you won’t have

selected, and

My time with Nicholas had been… special. To be offered the chance to see him again sent

had

chosen. And even if I am, I would never leave Elva for

“If I were you, I’d never

the

remind our viewers that

“Wow,” Anna gasped.

royal family will utilize its ancient power to select 25 finalists from thousands of applicants. The process is expected to take a

be watching alright,”

no intention of watching, myself. Nicholas was a

three long years ago, but that didn’t mean I wanted to watch other women vie for his affections. The thought of seeing

said, pushing weary body up

I cried, voice breaking in

you? Save me. Please!

cruel voice in my ear. “You asked

No!

springing upright in bed. Sweat clung to my

was alive. I was

I recognized my bedroom.