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.

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

Maybe he hated me.

is the outsider.” The girl in pink

monotone. Another moment of staring at me blankly, then

He led me to an

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

look at the man, who nervously

an exception,”

sir. Of course, sir.” The man bowed twice

A servant stepped forward and closed the

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

he think of me, to see me as I was?

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

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

stayed gentle on Elva, his arm looped more protectively around

you hide my child

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

Eloquently, I said, “Huh?”

softly sleeping in his arms. She was three years old. That

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

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

it seemed to slide into bewilderment. His gaze shifted, like

I said, hoping to

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

her name. But she’s not

moment, before

he wanted to say, he seemed to struggle to get

glanced between me and Elva. “She looks

But I wouldn’t tell that to Nicholas. Elva was mine in every way that mattered. I would not have

answer some unspoken question for him, and he started to

What could cause that

immediately cut off the

he lowered Elva down onto one

Mommy,”