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.

great embarrassment to him, showing up here, years after leaving him, and with a

Maybe he hated me.

The girl in pink motioned

even his voice was monotone. Another moment

held Elva, so I followed him. He led

him. “Your Royal Highness, please remember that per the selection rules,

look at the man, who nervously backed up

an exception,” Nicholas

course, sir.” The man

servant stepped forward and closed the door behind us,

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

had no idea what even to say. What would he think of me, to see me as I was? To see me here, as part of

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

forward toward Nicholas, and at once, his perfect façade cracked. He frowned. His golden eyes filled with

on Elva, his arm looped

you hide my child

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

Eloquently, I said, “Huh?”

She was three years old. That lined up with our breakup three

to recall the memory. We’d been so

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

certainty that fueled it seemed to slide into bewilderment. His

hoping to

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

That’s her name.

before

to struggle to get it out. He swallowed

me and Elva.

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

answer some unspoken question for him,

straightened, startled. What could cause

arms, and he immediately

down onto one of

be mad at Mommy,” came