The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Nicholas held Elva safe and secure in his arms as he stood to his full height. Elva buried her face into the corner of his neck and shoulder. He gently patted her back.

He glanced down at Elva, his gaze so tender that it made my heart clench.

“There, there,” he whispered. “You are safe now.”

“Oh my God,” said one of the other girls in the room, fanning herself. “Of course he’s good with children.”

“Someone pinch me,” said another. “I think I’m dreaming.”

Nicholas’s soft expression hardened as he glared out at the rest of the room. “Whose child is this? Why is she here?”

I started forward, but the girl in the pink dress spoke before I could reach him.

“An outsider sneaked in, unless she’s a maid.”

Some of the other girls snickered at my expense.

“She can’t be a participant,” another girl fake-whispered, loud enough for half-the room to hear. “I thought we had to be virgins, and she’s got a kid.”

I wanted to disappear into a corner. Whether virgin or not, I was nothing compared to the rest of these girls.

My clothes weren’t as nice as theirs, and my figure wasn’t like what it had been at the Academy. I’d lost much of my musculature. I was skinny from too many nights of skipped dinners.

Elva’s wellbeing had always come before my own.

Her sake was the only reason I continued forward rather than hide in embarrassment. I stopped only when I reached Nicholas.

He looked at me, and I looked at him.

I’d forgotten how gorgeous his eyes were, golden brown with flakes of green. When we’d dated, I had spent hours looking at them, trying to memorize that color, but it had seemed different each time.

Before, when I’d stared long enough, I could earn a bashful smile from him. Now, his face was totally devoid of emotion. He looked at me like I was a stranger.

Did he… not recognize me?

had changed, sure, but not enough to become unrecognizable. Unless he truly had

save face. I could be a great embarrassment to him, showing up

Maybe he hated me.

girl in

said, and even his voice was monotone. Another moment of staring

still held Elva, so I followed him. He led me to an

“Your Royal Highness, please remember that per the selection rules, you

stopped to look at the man, who nervously backed up

an

Of course, sir.” The man bowed twice

forward and closed the door behind us, leaving Nicholas, Elva, and

I had never imagined I’d meet Nicholas again,

to see me as

at ease against his chest. She must have cried herself to sleep, eyes closed and drooling.

stepped forward toward Nicholas, and at once, his perfect façade cracked. He frowned.

gentle on Elva, his arm looped

you hide my child

I blinked once, twice, but, no, I couldn’t make sense

Eloquently, I said, “Huh?”

in his arms. She was three years old. That lined up with

We’d been so young then, too eager and

couldn’t remember where he was when he’d climaxed. But, hadn’t he been wearing a condom at

that fueled it seemed to slide into bewilderment. His gaze shifted, like

hoping to give him

television. For me to hide a child from him would have been a cruelty. He would likely have struggled forever over the guilt for the years he’d

name. But

widened a moment, before the anger returned tenfold.

he wanted to say, he seemed to struggle to get it out.

and Elva. “She looks like

Nicholas.

some unspoken question for

What could cause that

his arms, and he immediately cut off the

Elva down onto one of the

Mommy,”