The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

My gaze was fixed to the television screen as I tried to soak in every possible detail of my ex-boyfriend.

In the three years since I’d seen him last, Nicholas had matured, filling out his previously lanky teenage figure. Skinny arms had widened with muscle. His broad torso tapered into a narrow waist.

He’d lost the boyish width to his face. His cheekbones had always been high, but now his jawline was sharp enough to cut glass.

He had been handsome when we’d dated.

But looking at him now, at the man he became..

He was jaw-droppingly gorgeous.

And apparently… a prince?

I’d known he was nobility, but I had no idea he was that high in the royal succession.

“Turn it up,” I said.

Anna increased the volume, until we could hear the newscaster’s voice.

“With the borders unstable and the economy in decline, the public has expressed fear for both their future and the future of the dwindling next generation. Through this choosing game, the royal family hopes to inspire the public…”

“It’s a good distraction,” I said. Everyone I’d encountered today had been talking about it, instead of their usual woes and worries. “

Anna said. “I’m inspired.” When I gave her a disbelieving look, she shrugged. “It shows the royal family is actually trying, instead of sitting up in their high towers, ignoring us. That gives me hope.”

The voice on the television continued, “In addition to providing entertainment and comfort to the everyday populace, the selection offers a unique opportunity for the princes, who have yet to find their mates. As per law, a prince needs a partner to inherit the throne.”

Logically, upon seeing Nicholas in the lineup for the selection, I knew he didn’t have a mate, yet still my brain struggled to make sense of it.

When we’d dated, Nicholas had been kind and generous, talented, handsome. How could someone like that have failed to find their match?

“Can you believe this?” Anna asked me. “They are all so handsome!”

was able to see more than just Nicholas. Like the person beside him. One

Julian?

classmates of mine at the Royal Academy, but

requires all unmarried women aged 18 to 22 to apply,” the newscaster continued. “The deadline is in

ended, and another story began.

the cushion so that she

single mother,

How long are you going to

“Elva isn’t a burden.”

say is that you are holding yourself back. You shouldn’t be stuck here as a waitress in a dead-end job with a handsy boss.

to me than anything in the whole world. I had no intention of leaving her behind so that

I deflected. “You don’t belong here

to apply.” She shrugged. “Come on, Piper. There’s no harm in applying. You should submit the form. I’ll look after Elva if you’re selected. Plus, you won’t have to worry about your

I’m selected, and that’s

the temptation. My time with Nicholas had been… special. To be offered the chance to

I had ended a long

even if I am, I

long and slow. “If I were you, I’d

news displayed the princes’ video

during the royal consort ceremony. We remind our viewers that this traditional ceremony

“Wow,” Anna gasped.

its ancient power to select 25 finalists from thousands of applicants. The process is expected to take a half hour. You can watch

watching

intention of watching, myself. Nicholas

other women vie for his affections. The thought of seeing him fall in love in real time with someone else made my

need to get some sleep,” I said,

cried, voice

you? Save me. Please!

in my ear.

No!

clung to my

I was alive. I

around, I recognized my bedroom. I recognized