The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0052

In the werewolf tradition, he wore a tuxedo, though with a blue shirt rather than white.

His eyes were deep red as they focused on me.

“Ambassador Zale, may I present Piper,” Mark said.

Well, it was now or never. Trust Mark, and presumably Nicholas, or take the chance myself.

Reaching up, I placed a hand on either side my neck. “My life, my friendship.”

Zale’s eyes went impossibly wide.

My heart pounded hard. Had I upset him? Was this a trap? How would I explain this to the Queen?

But then Zale smiled, showing a set of sharp teeth. “Nice to meet you, Piper. I had yet to meet a candidate tonight who know the proper Merfolk greeting.”

“I’ll make my exit now,” Mark said, backing away. “If you will excuse me.”

In Mark’s absence, Zale stepped closer. He must have been an older Merfolk. I could see now the gray at his temples, and the lines beside his striking eyes.

“Tell me,” Zale said. “How did you come to know our greeting?”

For one wild moment, I tried to think of a lie, but in the end, what could I saw but the truth?

I

“I’m sorry, sir, I wished I could tell you I learned it long ago, but the truth is… I only learned it just now when Mark told me.”

His eyes went wide again.

I shouldn’t have said that.

But then he threw his head back and laughed so hard his gills fluttered,

“Oh, Piper. How delightful you are. Do you have any idea how truth is valued in my culture? I am so used

to your kind attempting to deceive me. To have you here, so honest and open, is a great comfort to me as a stranger in a faraway land.”

I’m sorry the others tried to lie to you,” I said.

I couldn’t agree that I was an overly honest person entirely. If I was, I would have told Nicholas from the start about Elva and what truly happened to my powers.

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The girls around me were freshening up their Merfolk language. Some were fluent. Others, less so. Though most seemed to have a baseline knowledge.

My grasp of the Merfolk language was rusty, at least. I vaguely recalled some lessons during my days at

the Academy, but that felt like so long ago now.

T’hadn’t had any need for Merfolk language or traditions in my day to day since leaving the Academy. I

didn’t really retain any of that knowledge.

I thought I might be able to recall some customs, though the bits of information I was hearing now and

then around me confused with my memories and left me unsure.

Also, I couldn’t trust what the girls around me were even saying.

Linda, especially, seemed to be purposefully polluting the water of fact and fiction. My knowledge was

even I knew the Merfolk greeted each other with a deep bow, and not a fist

to the more

I had been in worse situations. Heck, even lunch

overwhelming, with everyone shouting orders and demanding

irritable customers as a waitress, I

to be careful. I had to

want to have to stand

and I were directed into a line to wait our

shorter,

leaving the ambassador had mixed reactions. Some seemed pleased. Olivia

But

the time it was my tum, I was a nervous ball of energy who felt a bit like I was

den.

instead of a servant to escort me to the ambassador, as had guided everyone else,

one who offered me his

you to

his name. Whether Nathan had said it when

said, accepting

right away that he was guiding me

“You!

time Prince Nicholas met a Merfolk he made a common mistake. Most

that Merfolk bow at the waist as a form

they taught us in the Academy,”

among some Merfolk, that remains a tradition,” Mark conceded. “However, the royal family and their ambassadors have a much different

wasn’t just going

‘My life, my friendship,‘ they say. It’s a symbolic show of trust

this before. For a moment, I wondered if perhaps Mark was trying to lead me astray, just as Linda had

Mark had always seemed an honest type of person. Surely he wouldn’t be so cruel

me humiliated, or worse.

Mark continued. “Fortunately, the Merfolk

don’t always correct the incorrect greeting

the royals showed Nicholas

side of the neck,”

the phrase,” Mark

“My life, my friendship.”

now to a waiting gentleman. Compared to

was practically otherworldly. He had a head of

bridge of his nose.

his chest moved with breath. I remembered reading

both above and

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a tuxedo,

red as they focused

may I

now or never. Trust Mark, and presumably

hand on either side my neck “My life,

eyes went impossibly

I

this a trap? How would I explain

to meet you, Piper. I had yet to meet a candidate tonight who knew the

exit now,” Mark said, backing away. “If you will excuse

absence, Zale stepped closer. He must have been an older Merfolk.

temples, and the lines beside

you

think of a lie, but in the

learned it long ago, but the truth

when Mark told me.”