Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 0200

“Chocolate?” Clarke spoke with his mouth still completely full, so much so that it was barely understandable. I imagine he had at least three full chocolates in his mouth at once with the way he was struggling to chew as well. I simply chuckled at him before taking one of the caramel ones out and hesitating before popping it in my mouth.

The last time I had chocolate was with Lewis… Thinking back, it might not seem like much now, but… although far and few in between, every good thing that happened at the palace was due to Lewis. He always tried to bring a smile to my face even though he knew how bad things were.

“It’s typical isn’t it?..” I chuckled swallowing the delicious chocolate and playfully rolling my eyes. “I get tortured on live television and get yelled at for it…” I grabbed another chocolate and again in humor scoffed at the sight. “You get mauled by a single wolf and you get fancy chocolates. I mean, Where’s my treat? At this stage I should basically have a parade dedicated to me or something.” He chuckled at my attempt of humor before looking at me smiling, he swallowed his own chocolate then addressed my sentence.

don’t have one made for you? From what I gather, there are a lot of people who admire the hell out of you. You’re the talk of the town, as the saying goes.” Great, that was the last thing I wanted to hear. I just didn’t understand why people fawned all over me, I was just a victim, forced into

play exactly? Pin the silver rod on the forearm? I’m sure that would be a crowed pleaser. Maybe a piñata would be more accurate, that’s what the king ultimately saw me as.” I didn’t mean to bring the

humor. Although, I do love a good party game.” I couldn’t help but chuckle again, we always did have banter between us, even if it was mostly at my

this beloved celebrity or something.” His eyebrows raised at me before he

as well spoken and clever as you, you really are oblivious sometimes. Your words are powerful, you

at myself and see anything more than a blight to the world. I might’ve have held some sort of influence over people, but every time I spoke, someone always got hurt,

self-diagnosed with word vomit. Sometimes it just can’t be helped.” I swallowed thickly before reaching into my pocket and pulling out the scrunched up wrinkle stained envelope, ready to change the subject quickly.