The Luna Choosing Game



The King and Queen were sitting at their table, eating breakfast.

"Nicholas?" the King said when he saw me. "You look like hell."

"I have reason." I walked to him and showed him the footage on my phone.

The King watched it all with a furrow in his brow.

"Terry's behavior last night was beyond inappropriate," I said. "He made Piper, Susie, and many of the other girls uncomfortable."

My mother scoffed. "He's always been a flirt, Nicholas. You know that. I'm sure those girls are being oversensitive."

"He tried to feel up Piper under the table," I said, trying to keep my voice steady and calm. Losing my temper never worked with my parents.

*And you have footage of that?" the Luna asked.

No, I didn't. None of the camera angles caught Terry's movements under the table. I grit my teeth, holding in my anger.

"Piper said -"

"And we accept the word of a commoner over that of nobility?" the Luna asked.

I gripped the back of the chair I stood behind. Anything to keep me from throwing something across the room. "There is merit to her concerns," I said, gesturing to my cell phone still in the King's hands. "The footage shows- *Piper is too sensitive. And this other girl, Susie, was it?" The Luna cut into her breakfast so hard her knife scraped across the plate. "She's that quiet one, right? I imagine she's much the same. A Luna would have to be able to reject men's advances without becoming offended..."

"This wasn't just advances," I said, my voice lowering despite my best efforts. "Terry tried to rape her."

The Luna lowered her cutlery abruptly, making a clatter. "Don't you dare bring such vulgarities to my breakfast table."

"Dear," the King said to her and she huffed out a breath. To me, he said, "That is quite the accusation, Nicholas. Do you have proof?"

"The shackle marks marring Piper's wrists and ankles speak for themselves. And I saw for myself when I burst into the room..."

The Luna narrowed her gaze. "It was consensual, no doubt. But when you caught them in the act, she had to pretend otherwise, lest she be accused of breaking the rules."

The wood of the chair under my hands began to splinter. "That is not true."

"You have never liked your uncle," the Luna said. "You are conspiring with that brat against him."

"Dear," the King said again, more forcefully.

She lowered her fiery gaze back to her breakfast.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"Nicholas," the King said to me. "You must know that I need more than this to accuse my wife's most admired brother."

"This isn't all he has done," I said. "This is only the beginning."

"Oh?"

I reached into my jacket pocket and produced the letter from Hawk to Terry. I passed it to him. My mother looked up from her breakfast again to track the movement.

My father opened the letter and read through it. His gaze darkened.

"What does it say?" the Luna asked.

When he had finished reading it, he passed it to my mother. She finished quickly.

In a panicked voice, she said, "This has to be faked."

*How many excuses can you make for him?" the King asked her. "You are letting your love for him blind you, my dear wife."

"But -"

"We have been trying for years to bring down the underground organization, with limited to no results. Terry's involvement could be the very reason we've never been able to get the upper hand."

My mother fell silent. Defiance shown on her face, but deep within her eyes was a touch of heartbreak. To herself, in a whisper, she said, "It has to be fake..."

With the King's assurance to investigate the matter, I rushed out of his rooms to return to my own. I couldn't wait to tell Piper about my success.

Yet when I entered my bedroom, Piper was gone.