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 sealed me away

great embarrassment to

Maybe he hated me.

is the outsider.” The girl in

look into this,” Nicholas said, and even his voice was monotone. Another moment of

so I followed him. He led me

toward him. “Your Royal Highness, please remember that per the

stopped to look at the man, who nervously

is an exception,”

sir. Of course, sir.” The man bowed twice

I went inside after them. A servant stepped forward and closed the

had never imagined I’d meet Nicholas

me, to see me as I was? To see me here, as part of

his chest. She must have cried herself to sleep, eyes closed

at once, his perfect façade cracked. He

his hands stayed gentle on Elva, his arm looped more

you hide my

skidded to a stop. I blinked once, twice, but, no, I couldn’t make

Eloquently, I said, “Huh?”

glanced at Elva, softly sleeping in his arms. She was three years old. That lined up with our breakup three years ago.

recall the memory. We’d been so young then, too eager and excited and

finished in clumsy haste. I couldn’t remember where he was when he’d climaxed. But, hadn’t

retained its anger, but the certainty that fueled it seemed to slide into bewilderment. His gaze shifted, like he was

said, hoping

no secret that Nicholas wanted children. He’d even said so on television. For me to hide a child from him would have been a cruelty. He would likely have struggled forever over

name. But she’s

moment, before

to struggle to get it out. He swallowed it

and Elva. “She looks

But I wouldn’t tell that to Nicholas. Elva was mine in every way that mattered. I would

some unspoken question for him, and

startled. What

his arms, and he immediately cut off the deep rumbling

lowered Elva down onto one

be mad at Mommy,”