The Luna Choosing Game



That night, despite the worries and the fears and the dark murmurs all around us, I was able to sleep soundly, feeling well and thoroughly loved.

I was also likely happy to be back in a familiar bed, surrounded by familiar faces.

And not everything was so dire. Elva was healthy for the first time in maybe her entire life. And we were reunited with Charlotte, who wanted a full report of everything that had happened after she had gone.

I had promised her that I would deliver a full account in the morning, but now that the morning was upon us, we were interrupted before we fully began by a messenger at the door.

*The candidates are to attend a meeting," the messenger said. "In the usual place, as soon as possible."

Charlotte and I looked at each other. I gave her an apologetic glance.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

*Later, then," Charlotte said.

"I promise," I told her.

The nanny had arrived to watch Elva, so I gave Elva a quick hug and then followed the messenger out into the hallway.

Down in the usual room, I spotted Susie, Veronica, and Tiffany speaking with each other off to one side of the stage, while Lilliana and Olivia and... Bridget were having a conversation on the other side. Jessica was reading a book. Joyce's other choice was nowhere to be seen.

I bid farewell to the messenger, and thanked him for escorting me. Then I walked toward my friends.

I pointedly avoided looking at Bridget. I had known, from what Nicholas had said, that she would be returned to the competition without further fuss. But it was still uncomfortable to see her again after all that she had done and all that had happened.

My friends seemed to agree, especially Veronica, who openly glared at Bridget.

When I asked about Joyce's missing candidate, Tiffany said, "Her family called her back home. Last I heard, she became engaged to a duke. Prince Joyce's unrefined actions, I guessed, were so irreparable that her family called her back. Especially when she didn't get included on the island trip."

In a way, I was glad for her escape. She'd be even worse off now, with Joyce's actual disappearance and not just removal from the public eye. I only hoped that she cared for this duke in some measure.

I still felt bad for Jessica, however, who was kept waiting. She seemed okay for now, reading. I remembered how dedicated she was to Prince Joyce. I had hoped that with Veronica's help, Joyce would become well enough to see the good in the world and find affection for Jessica.

But God knew where he was now, or how he would be if and when he was found.

Soon, Nathan appeared and took to the stage. He was alone this time. Usually a prince or two might join him. I reasoned Julian and Nicholas were likely busy putting out all the metaphorical fires that seemed to have sprung up in their absence.

*Attention, please," Nathan said. He didn't use a microphone this time. He just spoke loudly enough for us all to hear. "Thank you," he said when we'd quieted to listen. "Let me offer a warm welcome back to those that had gone on the trip to the island. And a thank you for the patience of those who stayed behind."

Everyone murmured some kind of acknowledgement. Mine was, "Thank you."

"As you likely all know by now," Nathan continued, "the kingdom's relationship with the Bear People in the north has become strained."

That felt like an understatement, knowing I what I knew.

Nathan said, "There is much fear and tension among all the people of our kingdom. As such, we must perform our best to try to keep the people calm and happy. As such, many things are going to happen here in quick succession."

I held my breath. An elimination ceremony was bad enough. What else could there be?