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.

be a great embarrassment to him,

Maybe he hated me.

The girl in pink motioned to

even his voice was monotone. Another moment of staring at me blankly, then he

led me to an

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

look at the man, who nervously

is an exception,”

sir. Of course, sir.” The

them. A servant stepped forward and closed the

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

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

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

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

gentle on Elva, his arm looped more protectively

dare you hide my child from

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

Eloquently, I said, “Huh?”

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

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

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

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

mistaken,” I said, hoping to give

no secret that Nicholas wanted children. He’d even said so on television. For me to hide a child from him would have been a cruelty.

That’s her name.

moment, before the anger

seemed to struggle to get it out.

and

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

seemed to answer some unspoken question for him, and he started

startled. What

stirred his arms, and he immediately cut

he lowered Elva down onto one of the plush couches in

at Mommy,” came