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 agreed.

seemed grateful, but he

by the princes. We were separated into three groups, with one of the three princes leading

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 the bow correctly at

efforts were so poor that I wondered if they were performing a show, pretending to be bad To get the

I

receive so much as an approving

girls had even attempted to shoot a target, and even then, only when Nathan had looked over, a stern scowl on his

closer. “Shoot

I asked. “What will

wide and eager. “What do

his group

help

Nicholas’s group, I joined with Julian’s. We had our

hit the bullseye. He would.

next, firing my arrow. It hit the

we

easy attitude and the girls‘ overall joy made the afternoon pass quicker. In a way, it reminded me of the more fun days at the