The Luna Choosing Game

In camp two, the girls were chasing any prince. It didn’t matter which one. These ambitious girls just wanted to be Luna. Olivia and Linda were firmly in this camp.

In the third camp, where I belonged, the girls were here involuntarily. Perhaps their parents wanted them to engage in a political marriage, or perhaps they were simply chosen and couldn’t say no. These were the quiet ones, like Susie, and definitely the minority.

One of the more curious girls asked, “What do you think of the rule that we aren’t allowed to flirt with

anyone other than a prince?”

“Who else would we flirt with? A guard? Don’t make me laugh!” said another girl.

“Some of the Betas are handsome,” said Susie. Many people, including me, glanced at her with surprise.

When she noticed, her whole face tumed red. Her gaze dropped to her lap. “Never mind.”

I thought it was terribly unfair to the girls. So many of us here for just three boys. But I kept my opinion to

myself.

I could practically hear what they would say, What is the point of this if not for the princes? Or, no one

got to be Luna by flirting with a guard.

and Linda had been previously whisper–hissing at

argument was

were considered front–runners by the other girls. Both were

confident and beautiful.

they argued, it

seemed, had intentions

a lesser son,” Olivia said. “I have told you that,

propose this foolish alliance.”

best, Olivia. My suggested alliance was

you from being

for the same reason he would sult me best, and don’t

you

for your flattery if you

am? Nicholas is the prince for me.

scratched at my

prize to be won and not a

waming you,

belongs to

so

is a person! He doesn’t belong