The Luna Choosing Game

Nicholas held Elva safe and secure in his arms as he stood to his full height. Elva buried her face into the corner of his neck and shoulder. He gently patted her back.

He glanced down at Elva, his gaze so tender that it made my heart clench.

“There, there,” he whispered. “You are safe now.”

“Oh my God,” said one of the other girls in the room, fanning herself. “Of course he’s good with children.”

“Someone pinch me,” said another. “I think I’m dreaming.”

Nicholas’s soft expression hardened as he glared out at the rest of the room. “Whose child is this? Why is she here?”

I started forward, but the girl in the pink dress spoke before I could reach him.

“An outsider sneaked in, unless she’s a maid.”

Some of the other girls snickered at my expense.

“She can’t be a participant,” another girl fake-whispered, loud enough for half-the room to hear. “I thought we had to be virgins, and she’s got a kid.”

I wanted to disappear into a corner. Whether virgin or not, I was nothing compared to the rest of these girls.

My clothes weren’t as nice as theirs, and my figure wasn’t like what it had been at the Academy. I’d lost much of my musculature. I was skinny from too many nights of skipped dinners.

Elva’s wellbeing had always come before my own.

Her sake was the only reason I continued forward rather than hide in embarrassment. I stopped only when I reached Nicholas.

He looked at me, and I looked at him.

I’d forgotten how gorgeous his eyes were, golden brown with flakes of green. When we’d dated, I had spent hours looking at them, trying to memorize that color, but it had seemed different each time.

Before, when I’d stared long enough, I could earn a bashful smile from him. Now, his face was totally devoid of emotion. He looked at me like I was a stranger.

Did he… not recognize me?

I had changed, sure, but not enough to become unrecognizable. Unless he truly had sealed me away in his past and moved on, never once looking back.

pretending, to save face. I could be a great embarrassment to

Maybe he hated me.

girl

this,” Nicholas said, and even his voice was monotone. Another moment of staring at me

held Elva, so I followed him. He led me to an

in a suit hurried toward him. “Your Royal Highness, please remember that

to look at the man, who nervously backed

an exception,”

course, sir.” The man bowed

stepped forward and closed the door behind us, leaving Nicholas, Elva, and

thought I might be sick. I had never imagined

would he think of me, to see me as I was? To see me here,

have cried herself to sleep, eyes closed and drooling. She

at once, his perfect façade cracked. He

his hands stayed gentle on Elva, his arm looped

my

of my thoughts skidded to a stop. I blinked once, twice, but, no, I couldn’t

Eloquently, I said, “Huh?”

sleeping in his arms. She was three

the memory. We’d been so young then, too eager

haste. I couldn’t remember where he was when he’d climaxed. But, hadn’t he been wearing

its anger, but the certainty that fueled it seemed to slide into bewilderment. His gaze shifted, like he was trying to

hoping to give him

a child from him would

That’s her name. But she’s

a moment, before the

seemed to struggle to get it out. He swallowed it

between me and Elva. “She

twin sister. But I wouldn’t tell that to Nicholas. Elva was mine in every way that mattered. I

seemed to answer some unspoken question for

What could

stirred his arms, and he immediately cut off

Elva down onto one of the plush couches in the

Mommy,” came Elva’s