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.

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

Maybe he hated me.

girl in pink motioned to

was monotone. Another

I followed him. He led

Royal Highness, please remember that per the selection rules, you aren’t

the man, who nervously backed up

an

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

into the room. I went inside after them. A servant stepped forward and closed the door behind us, leaving Nicholas, Elva, and I alone in

sick. I had never imagined I’d meet Nicholas again, and

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

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

once, his perfect façade cracked. He frowned. His golden

hands stayed gentle on Elva, his

hide my

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

Eloquently, I said, “Huh?”

his arms. She was three years

been so young

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

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

hoping to give him

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

name. But

eyes widened a moment, before the anger

he seemed to struggle to get it out. He swallowed

and Elva. “She

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

to answer some unspoken question

What

his arms, and he immediately cut off

one of the plush couches

be mad at Mommy,” came