The Luna Choosing Game

Nicholas

I had no idea why I decided to help Piper. She had betrayed me in the past. By all accounts, I should

have been pleased to see her fail.

Yet, when I stood outside the sitting room and heard Lena suggest the traditional punishment for Piper, I

couldn’t stand idly by and do nothing.

The thought of Piper kneeling out in a storm, soaked, chilled, and miserable sent an unfamiliar tremor of

rage through me.

I didn’t feel strong emotions like that anymore, not since I turned off my heart three years ago. But this

hot anger had been enough to melt through my emotional freeze.

I couldn’t be detached, not with this.

Ambassador Zale had taught the royal family the secret Merfolk greeting only a few hours before. The

timing had been peculiar, almost as if he had expected us to utilize this new knowledge to help the girls

with the challenge, if we so wished.

I hadn’t intended to teach the greeting to anyone. But that had been before the Queen threatened Piper

over something as trivial as glove length.

An insult to the royal family, the Queen had said. Unlikely. She had always been fickle with such frivolous

to such an extent that she would

felt purposeful, like Piper was

unwanted attention simply by being here, but to see my own

the cruelty made

of our kingdom’s people, and yet, the Queen herself was

them for not knowing her obscure,

mind, I could almost pretend that I was helping Piper selflessly,

gamer goodwill

I sent Mark to teach

wanted to

while everyone else in the room stared in either shock or

to feet

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was out of immediate danger. This left me time to ponder over other concems. Mainly,

to know, but we had assigned knowledgeable maids to each of the girls precisely to prevent these kinds

suggest the harsh punishment for Piper

she was

returned to my side with a satisfied look on his

always.

quickly he could tell

you looking for someone?”

“Lena,” I said.

door in a comer of the

sir.”