The Luna Choosing Game

Nicholas

I was trying my absolute best to feel good about this hug I was currently having with Lilliana, but I couldn’t keep my full body from cringing away from it. As hard as I tried, I just couldn’t get my chest and my legs to cooperate.

Inside, I wanted to be as far from Lilliana as possible, not holding her closely like this.

I knew as well as anyone that Lilliana’s entire personality was fake. She always agreed with me, or said what she thought I wanted to hear. It was frustrating and oftentimes insulting. But I couldn’t blame her exactly.

I also wore a mask, hiding my true feelings underneath.

Yet our reasons for shielding ourselves was different. I hid because the kingdom needed someone in control, who wouldn’t make foolish choices based on feeling alone. She hid because she hoped to convince me that she was someone worthy of being Luna.

But I couldn’t be sure. Not until I had seen past her shell and knew the true her underneath.

As it was, I knew next to nothing about her, really.

I pulled back from the hug, enough to speak to her. She averted her gaze from me, likely in an attempt to be demure. I guessed she would have no way of knowing that I actually preferred woman who could hold their own against me.

want a weak–willed partner who would bend

had chosen for me. Unless something earth–shaking were to occur to change his mind, I’d likely be stuck with her for the rest of my

to get along with her, if only to attempt to keep my future from being excessively

could tell me something about

would my prince like to

at her use of ‘my prince,‘ but pressed on. “Oh, I don’t know. What’s your favorite color?” I only needed one real

my prince prefers,” she said.

Favorite food?

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“Whatever you prefer.”

out a frustrated breath.

is yours, Prince Nicholas?”

my forehead. I was getting nowhere fast with this conversation. “Surely you have some

have of those, sir? I exist to ever be your second. I will spend my life supporting your

see if some of our preferences align? If we are well–matched, we

glanced up

“Why would we need to like each