The Luna Choosing Game

But I was my father’s first born son. I had responsibilities to the throne and to the kingdom over myself.

The expectations on me made it impossible to lash out in the rebellious way Julian, as the second son,

was allowed to.

So I gritted my teeth, and I agreed.

When I arrived at the meeting place, on the patio just outside the dining room, Lilliana was already

there, waiting for me. She walked right up to me, no preamble or greeting, and kissed me full on the

mouth.

It was an awkward kiss. Her lips were too firm, not malleable at all. Her body was stiff against mine. Her hands sat on my shoulders with no grip. No pulling, or clawing. No passion at all.

This kiss was miles away from the spark I had shared with Piper, when I had pulled her to me in that hallway and we ravaged each other’s mouths. Piper had clung to me like she wanted me inside of her. I

had totally lost control of myself to the flames, ready to burn with her in that moment.

the one to deliver it and have

name. Not Julian’s.

Lilliana in comparison was entirely sterile.

be strange to have them dangling at my sides. Maybe this was what she was thinking of too: what we might look like for the

kiss. Nor did she try

together at the

would end. It felt like

finally, I heard the bustle of the camera crew.

they

Finally.

embarrassed, covering her mouth with her hand and lowering her eyes demurely. But there was no blush in her cheeks. No tremor in her

a

was how I felt. I wanted for the

producer jamming a microphone toward my

the producer said with glee. “Does

other girls

answer with more than a sigh, Lilliana stepped

microphone.

Lilliana said. “And the way he kisses…” She

going to be sick after this. There was no other way