The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0351

I couldn’t think clearly when faced with such an obvious threat. My protective instincts kicked into high gear. I would do anything to protect those closest to me. But Piper was close

to me to.

I swallowed hard. “I care about Piper.”

The King’s demeanor had shifted. Maybe he could see the hesitation in me, where I had been so firm before, and softened in response.

“You are a prince. Someday, you may very well be a king. Those feelings won’t mean anything in the end. Everything is secondary to your duty.”

His words cracked through my heart until it blistered. I knew what he meant. Even if I cared for Piper, I would never be able to marry her. Unlike the others, she hadn’t been trained since birth to become a queen. She’d probably hate the job, even if it meant we could be together.

Piper and I would have to part ways eventually. Shouldn’t it be now? When I could help protect my family and my kingdom with the choice?

I didn’t know what to do. I was worse than torn, I was agonized.

think it over, but I expect your agreement in the morning,”

halls like a ghost, my lost in the riptide of my thoughts. I weighed every option, but the inner debate mostly came down to my feelings for Piper versus everything else.

dawn broke, and sunlight crept up above the tree line, I watched from one of the hallway windows as the protesters began to assemble again. Many had

I didn’t have to look to know it was

you?” I asked.

and watched out the

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told me what happened,” she said in a soft, soothing voice more motherly

was only when the contest started that she delved too deeply into it, focusing on finding the

had said to me in the past months it wasn’t that I thought she hated me. She was my mother, and that bond was strong. I just thought

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Maybe it was a two–way

thing,” my mother said. “And that the right thing may seem unclear to you now, especially because of your feelings for

girl, said with such distain. “Her name is

Luna sighed and her voice regained its softness. Yet now that I’d seen the crack, I was