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.

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

Maybe he hated me.

outsider.” The girl in pink motioned to

voice was monotone. Another moment of staring

held Elva, so I followed him. He led me to an adjoining room, separated by a

“Your Royal Highness, please remember that per the selection rules, you aren’t to be

man, who nervously backed

is an exception,”

The man bowed twice as he

A servant stepped forward and closed the door behind us, leaving

thought I might be sick. I had never imagined I’d meet Nicholas again,

What would he think of me, to see me as I was? To see me here, as part of the selection?

against his chest. She must have cried herself to sleep, eyes closed and drooling. She seemed at

at once, his perfect façade cracked. He frowned. His golden eyes filled with

gentle on Elva,

you hide my child from me?” he

a stop. I blinked once, twice, but, no, I couldn’t make sense of

Eloquently, I said, “Huh?”

was three

been so young then, too

both finished in clumsy haste. I couldn’t remember where he was when he’d climaxed. But, hadn’t he been wearing a condom at

certainty that fueled it seemed to slide into bewilderment. His gaze shifted,

I said, hoping to give

a child from him would have been a cruelty. He would likely have struggled forever over the guilt for the

name. But she’s not

a moment, before the anger returned tenfold.

to struggle to get it

me and Elva. “She

Nicholas. Elva was mine in

some unspoken question for him, and he

straightened, startled. What could cause

stirred his arms, and he immediately

Elva down onto one of the plush

at Mommy,” came Elva’s quiet