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!”

footage of the three princes played on a loop. This time, I was able to see

Julian?

Academy, but they had hated each other. Everyone saw them as arch-enemies. They

to 22 to apply,” the newscaster continued. “The deadline is in two

another story began. Anna

one leg onto the cushion so that she

single mother, Anna.

your sister’s baby, not yours. How long are you going to let yourself suffer

“Elva isn’t a burden.”

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

important to me than anything in the whole world. I had no intention of leaving her behind so that I could blindly chase a

about you?” I deflected.

should submit the form. I’ll look after Elva if you’re selected. Plus, you won’t have to worry about your boss at the restaurant

I’m selected, and

the temptation. My time with Nicholas had been… special. To be offered the chance to see him again sent my heart racing. But that was a

and I had ended a

I’d never get chosen. And even if I am, I would never leave Elva for anything, not

slow. “If I were you, I’d never

could reply, the news displayed the princes’ video again. Anna immediately

process will be screened during the royal consort ceremony. We remind our viewers that this traditional ceremony hasn’t been conducted in

“Wow,” Anna gasped.

power to select 25 finalists from thousands of applicants. The process is expected to take a half hour. You can watch the entire ceremony right here on this

I’ll be watching alright,” Anna

intention of watching, myself. Nicholas was a ghost

affections. The thought of seeing him fall in love in real time with someone else made my stomach twist into uncomfortable

sleep,” I said, pushing weary

I cried, voice

where are you? Save me.

voice in my ear. “You

No!

bed. Sweat clung to my brow. My breaths came out

I was alive.

I recognized my bedroom. I