The Luna Choosing Game

Nicholas

I stood before the King in his chambers. He was angrily pacing the length of the room. Back and forth,

back and forth. Occasionally he would stop to shout at me, but he’d always break himself off, unfinished,

and continue pacing.

“How could you think –?”

“You deliberately disobeyed –!”

“What do I even –?”

A few minutes in, his face was turning red, and my mother, the Luna was forced to intervene. She stood

in his path to keep him from pacing, then whispered into his ear.

I never totally understood their relationship. My mother was a private person. And though the two of

them often gave compliments to each other, any meaningful conversations only went on behind closed

doors.

my entire life, I had no idea if they even liked each other at all,

show

at my mother, and then turned

specifically told you not to,” he said.

his

belong

genuine, with a sick child we are helping to take care of,” I said, my own anger

as much – if not

–

—

threw his

stepped forward. “She can be a fine person without being a good Luna, Nicholas.”

event with flying colors.”

them see without directly calling them out. To do so

opinions could never be wrong.

King huffed in the Queen’s direction. “He’s your son.”

the weight of the crown can do to good people. It’s not just for the sake of the kingdom that I caution you, but for her sake, too. She cannot bear the weight required. Her goodness?

was to admit it, in my heart, I knew she spoke true. Piper could be a good and just Luna,

down on her. It would wear at her soul, and

enough to

enough problems, with her sister and her wolf, and poor little Elva’s illness. She didn’t need the added weight of a near war and a disgruntled people.

me to do,” I said, burying