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.

save face. I could be a great

Maybe he hated me.

outsider.” The girl in pink motioned to

Nicholas said, and even his voice was monotone. Another moment of

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

Royal Highness, please remember that

at the man, who nervously backed up

is an exception,”

course, sir.” The man bowed twice

went inside after them. A servant stepped forward and closed the door behind us, leaving Nicholas, Elva,

sick. I had never imagined I’d meet Nicholas again, and especially not

of me, to see me as I

have cried herself to sleep, eyes closed and drooling.

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

hands stayed gentle on Elva, his arm looped more protectively around

hide my

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

Eloquently, I said, “Huh?”

at Elva, softly sleeping in his arms. She was three years old. That lined up with our breakup three years

been so

where he was when he’d climaxed. But, hadn’t

but the certainty that fueled it seemed to slide into bewilderment. His

hoping to

He’d even said so on television. For me to hide a child from him would have been a cruelty. He would likely have struggled forever over the guilt

her name. But

widened a moment, before the anger returned

seemed to struggle to get

me and Elva. “She

I wouldn’t tell that to Nicholas. Elva was mine in every way that mattered. I would not have her seen as anything

unspoken question for him, and he started

What could cause

he immediately cut off the deep rumbling

gently, he lowered Elva down onto one of the plush

at Mommy,” came