The Luna Choosing Game
He lifted his soup-filled spoon.
“My favorite bird is the swan. They are so pure, loyal. Monogamous. Among swans, you would never see multiple females having to fight over one male.”
He choked on his soup.
Some of the other girls immediately noticed. “Are you well, Prince Nicholas?”
“Fine,” he said, clearing his throat. He absolutely refused to look at me again, focusing solely on his soup bowl, even after he’d finished the contents within.
Yet I barely had any time to feel smug over the reaction, before Susie walked quickly back into the room. Oddly, she didn’t return to her seat, but leaned over it to speak to me.