The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0144

Nicholas

I was trying my absolute best to feel good about this hug I was currently having with Lilliana, but I couldn’t keep my full body from cringing away from it. As hard as I tried, I just couldn’t get my chest and my legs to cooperate.

Inside, I wanted to be as far from Lilliana as possible, not holding her closely like this.

I knew as well as anyone that Lilliana’s entire personality was fake. She always agreed with me, or said what she thought I wanted to hear. It was frustrating and oftentimes insulting. But I couldn’t blame her exactly.

I also wore a mask, hiding my true feelings underneath.

Yet our reasons for shielding ourselves was different. I hid because the kingdom needed someone in control, who wouldn’t make foolish choices based on feeling alone. She hid because she hoped to convince me that she was someone worthy of being Luna.

But I couldn’t be sure. Not until I had seen past her shell and knew the true her underneath.

As it was, I knew next to nothing about her, really.

I pulled back from the hug, enough to speak to her. She averted her gaze from me, likely in an attempt to be demure. I guessed she would have no way of knowing that I actually preferred woman who could hold their own against me.

I did not want a weak–willed partner who would bend to my every suggestion.

the person my father had chosen for me. Unless something earth–shaking were to occur to change his

with her, if only to attempt to keep my future

tell me something about yourself,” I suggested.

my prince

but pressed on. “Oh, I don’t know. What’s your favorite color?” I only needed one real thing to hold onto,

favorite is whatever my

Favorite food?

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“Whatever you prefer.”

out a frustrated breath. “Favorite season?”

is yours,

forehead. I was getting nowhere fast with this conversation. “Surely you have some opinions

ever be your second. I will spend my life supporting

see if some of our preferences align? If we are well–matched, we might even begin to like each

glanced

but only to cast me a curious look. “Why would we need to like each other? We

depressing. “How foolish of me.” My hopes had not been high for Lilliana, but somehow they

truly was looking forward toward a life of loneliness with such a wife who would deny me even her honest opinions on her favorite color.