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

Maybe he hated me.

girl in

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

led me to an

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

at the man, who nervously backed up

an

Of course, sir.” The man

A servant stepped forward and closed the door behind us, leaving Nicholas, Elva, and I alone in

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

even to say. What would he think of me, to see me as I was? To see

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

and at once, his perfect façade

gentle on Elva, his arm looped more protectively around

you hide my child from

once, twice, but,

Eloquently, I said, “Huh?”

in his arms. She was three

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

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

to slide into

mistaken,” I said, hoping to give

wanted children. 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

That’s her name.

widened a moment, before the anger returned

to say, he seemed to struggle to get it

between me and Elva.

Nicholas. Elva was mine in every way that mattered. I would not have

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

straightened, startled. What could

he immediately cut off the deep

one

Mommy,”