The Luna Trials by Marissa Gilbert

The voice startled her. Savannah wondered for a second how on Earth she did not notice that she had a spectator. The man who was chuckling at her was sitting under a huge oak tree, hidden behind the rose bushes when she arrived. This was the sole reason she did not see him in the first place.

Anyway, it was her mistake. And from what it looked like; she couldn’t afford any mistakes at the moment. She had to think about everything first.

She heard him standing up and turned on her heels to see who it was. A sigh of relief escaped her. Before her stood a tall man dressed in not the cleanest set of clothes she had seen.  His jeans were filthy with dirt, and his gray grandad shirt had probably seen better days. He had a beard which gave him a bit of a dangerous vibe, but she could tell that he was one of the northerners who belonged to the castle. Probably just one of the workers, which was a good thing for her. He would hardly know who she was, and she could get away with it.

“Just… trimming,” Savvy stretched a smile onto her lips and avoided looking at the destroyed bush. She just hoped that the guy wasn’t the gardener who was responsible for taking care of those. But he probably was exactly that – the gardener, otherwise why would he have that earthy forest scent with a hint of pine in it. Not that she had a better look at him, he was very handsome and had all those muscles that probably came from physical labour. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “It’s just that I am having a very bad day.”

“You are not from here,” the guy looked her up and down with some kind of interest evident in his eyes. “Although there are a lot of new people here today,” he muttered under his breath. He probably wasn’t happy that all those people were walking around in his garden now, ruining it.

“Are you surprised?” the girl raised her brow questioningly. “It looks like your king wants a show.”

His head snapped in her direction and he sucked in a deep breath.

“As far as I heard, it’s voluntary. No one is forced to take part.” The man shrugged and that little gesture annoyed her more than anything else today.

“Voluntary?” she chuckled loudly, throwing her head back.

This was ridiculous. Were all northerners like that? “Because it’s every woman’s desire to run after a man like a little circus dog, performing tasks and tricks along with many others just like her in the pathetic hope that maybe… MAYBE he would be kind enough to choose her! Yeah, THAT’S every woman’s desire! We CHOOSE that!”

asked. “Did

rolled her eyes. She hated that word already. “I came with one of the political victims.” There. She said it. “Honestly, I don’t even understand how king Kai will be able to look into his future wife’s face, knowing that he made her

over his bearded

wasn’t even a lie. She didn’t come with the princess. She

“The western princess who is used to getting everything she wants just by clicking her finger. I am

floor with anyone who’d be stupid enough to compete against her. The question is whether she would still like to get married to a man – although a man is not even the right word here – as your king. Because as far as I see it, he is the one who already failed his first test! Marrying someone like that

said enough. It actually made her feel a bit better about the whole thing and now she knew she had to go back to her companions and start strategizing. She had to make a decision whether to meet the king, slap his face and leave. Or to stay and make

steps when she heard a loud growl. Uh-oh. She offended the gardener after

North. This is something sacred to us and the future Luna of the North will be respectful of that. If your princess cannot respect our traditions, then she indeed came to

as much venom as she only could. “I studied the history of the North and know for a fact that even if there was such

off in the direction where she left her friends.

childhood friend and one of the very few people she

Savvy nodded reassuringly. “We have a decision to make. And we need to make it

and handed it to her. She was always efficient like that and Savannah was thankful for

need to get everything they have on The Luna Trials. I’ve read about it a long time ago in one of our books about the

that his best friend already memorised everything. This was one of the things they were always quiet about – Savannah had a photographic memory. It was enough for