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.

Whatever she needed. I would be the

name. Not Julian’s.

in comparison

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 did she try to pull away.

did the same. We stood there, two statues, pressed together at the lips.

seconds until this nightmare would end. It felt like centuries. Eons.

heard the bustle of the camera

There they are!”

Finally.

with us. Lilliana and I broke apart. Lilliana appeared appropriately embarrassed, covering her mouth with her hand and lowering her eyes demurely. But there

was a world–class

I felt. I wanted for the

I was, with the producer jamming a

the producer said with glee. “Does

the other girls even stand

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

microphone.

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

be sick after this. There was no other way