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

name. Not Julian’s.

kiss with Lilliana in comparison was entirely sterile.

placed my hands on Lilliana’s hips simply because it would be strange to have them dangling at my sides. Maybe this was what she was thinking of too: what we might

Nor

statues, pressed together at the lips. And

seconds until this nightmare would end. It

heard the bustle of the

There they are!”

Finally.

mouth with her hand and lowering her eyes demurely.

was a

I felt. I wanted for the world to be

I was, with the producer jamming a microphone toward

glee. “Does this mean

Nicholas? Do the other girls even

with more than a sigh, Lilliana stepped in front of me, placing herself

microphone.

the things he says to me in private,” Lilliana said. “And the way he kisses…” She pretended to be

was going to be sick after this. There was no