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.

was simply pretending, to save face. I could be a great embarrassment to him, showing up here, years after leaving him,

Maybe he hated me.

outsider.” The girl in pink

was monotone. Another moment of staring at me

followed him. He led

man in a suit hurried toward him. “Your Royal Highness, please remember that per the selection

at the man, who nervously backed

an exception,”

Of course, sir.” The

stepped forward and closed the door behind us, leaving Nicholas, Elva, and I alone in a small sitting

stomach churned. I thought I might be sick. I had

to see me as I was? To see me

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

at once, his perfect façade

hands stayed gentle on Elva, his arm

my

to a stop. I blinked once, twice, but,

Eloquently, I said, “Huh?”

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

been so young then, too eager and

remember where he was when he’d climaxed. But, hadn’t he been wearing a condom

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

said, hoping to

secret that Nicholas wanted children. He’d even said so on television. For me to hide a child from him would have

her name.

before the anger returned tenfold.

wanted to say, he seemed to struggle to get it

me and

Nicholas. Elva was mine in every way that mattered. I would

unspoken question for him,

What could cause

immediately cut off the deep rumbling

he lowered Elva down onto one of the

Mommy,” came Elva’s