The Luna Choosing Game

Yes, and the other girls seemed to feel nothing but resentment toward her for it.

*Julian said Kirsten made him a gift,” I said, “I wonder what it was.

“A heartfelt one, I assure you,” said a voice from beside us. I jumped. Susie half–hid behind me. But it

was only Mark, Nicholas’s beta. “The prince asked me to check on Elva.”

I accepted his explanation and we continued walking

“Somehow Miss Kirsten learned of one of the prince’s old wounds and made a personal gift for him,” Mark explained. “The prince found the gesture warm and thoughtful. He was very appreciative.”

There was something in the way Mark explained it, voice monotone almost, like he didn’t think the same as his prince.

“Is there reason to doubt her sincerity?” I asked.

“No,” Mark said straight away. After a moment, he added, “But the prince’s discomfort isn’t obvious. I hadn’t taken her to be so observant,”

Then he glanced at me and blushed. “I shouldn’t have said that. It’s unfitting of my position to talk disparagingly about any of our candidates.”

“I heard nothing disparaging,” I assured him.

I,” Susie

seemed grateful, but he said

was given by the princes. We were separated into

Nicholas. After an hour, he hadn’t looked at me, much less at the target where I’d been hitting my marks. None of the other girls in the group seemed confident which way to even fire, if they held

were so poor that I wondered if they were performing a show,

I

didn’t receive so

attempted to shoot a target, and even then, only when Nathan had

closer. “Shoot

challenge?” I asked. “What

was wide and

girls of his group swooned. One

help

I joined with Julian’s. We had our

hit the bullseye. He would. The princes were well–trained

It hit the target directly

means we

reminded me of the more fun days at the Royal Academy. How many times had Nicholas