THE LUNA CHOOSING GAME - Season 5 Episode 85

Now, it seemed, even our moments alone would be monitored.

“It’s not your fault,” I said. “You had no way of knowing your father would want the cameras here.” “I should have, though. He cares about appearances. I should have known he wouldn’t let us escape, even for such brief time.” I glanced to make sure no one was looking, then I reached out and placed my hand on his arm.

“You can’t predict everything,” I told him.

He shook his head, unsatisfied.

Nicholas was always pushing himself to be the best. I always thought this quality would help make him a great king. He would settle for nothing less than excellence in himself. Now, however, I’m a bit worried about his blood pressure going up.

The man needs to relax.

“Listen,” I started. “Maybe it won’t be so bad? I mean, sure, we won’t have as much privacy as we would have hoped, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun, right?” It was harder for him. Being a prince, on camera, he couldn’t show even a modicum of weakness. Even showing he could have fun might reveal too much.

«I suppose,” he replied, but didn’t seem convinced. I guessed I couldn’t blame him.

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What I could do was try to help him relax as much as possible however I could, in front of the cameras or not.

Yet before I could make an offer to help

him, the front door opened and we both instantly silenced.

Julian walked in, and new anxieties suddenly flooded my mind.

Julian had kissed me last night.

It wasn’t like I had forgotten. No one forgets getting kissed by a handsome prince, even if it isn’t the handsome prince you have romantic feelings for. 1 had just put it into the back of my brain for now, filed it away for later.

Later, it seemed, was now.

When I saw Julian, my entire body went stiff. I hadn’t told Nicholas about the kiss, hadn’t had the chance. I didn’t even know if I should.

Julian had said it was a mistake. He had said they should forget it, never talk about it again. Telling Nicholas would

only paint it into his mind forever, potentially forming an even larger rift between the two brothers. &% I didn’t know what to do, or what to say, or how to act. So I stood there like the universe’s most awkward statue, staring wide-eyed at the door.

Julian turned and spotted us.

“Morning,” he said with his typical smirk. He wasn’t quite as bright as Bridget. He winced at any over-loud noise like he had a headache. But he didn’t seem too unusual either. He just nodded his head at us and walked away.