All Chapters of The Rejected Luna's Return: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ARTHUR'S POVThe way Elsa and Ursula grew quiet had my suspicion going over the roof. While Elsa's eyes looked like they were popping at any moment, Ursula had her eyes anywhere but me."I'm not going to repeat myself.""Um... She was talking about the footman. I found out today that he was a great conversationalist and she was just confirming.""You don't want to see her with the footman?" I asked Ursula. It made no sense."No, I told her to let the maids do certain things for her. She can't keep coming to the kitchen for milk and cookies, a maid was assigned to her, she should use them." "Why don't you use the maids? They are at your disposal after all.""I'm sorry, I would start today," Elsa said, her eyes still wide."Are you okay? You look pale." And she had, her eyes fixed on Ursula."Is there a problem?""No," Ursula answered. "Absolutely nothing. Everything is so good." Elsa exhaled.***"Can I talk to you?" I called after Elsa, who was rushing back toward her room. Sweating.

GULTHER'S POV I paced back and forth in my office. I saw red. Literally. I was angry. I was disappointed. I felt used. I had specifically asked Elsa not to do anything stupid and she assured me I had nothing to worry about. She assured me that the one week time she had done in the cell had done her some good, yet here we were on the same road we all thought we'd moved on from. Andrew said nothing, he just sat there watching my every movement. He knew me well enough to understand that talking to me when I was angered was not a very bright thought.  "You need to calm down, she was not injured was she." "That is not the problem, the problem is that she had left even after all the talks we've had. What if she was shot? Or kidnapped, or killed. How can one be so careless with their own life?"

ELSA'S POVThe morning came as quickly as ever. I didn't know if it was because I had been waiting for this day and I couldn't get any sleep in. Curiosity and passion, but as the Cornbraids were coming today, I had never been more excited. As soon as I was done making my bed, I raced into the bathroom and cleaned up so fast, it only took me ten minutes to do so. I wondered if I was the only one up because everywhere was so quiet I was certain I could hear a pin drop to the floor. As soon as I was done dressing, I practically raced down the stairs, hurrying to go get something from the fridge before it was time for breakfast and I get to pretend I'm classy just like the rest of the occupants in the room. Who was I kidding? I had never enjoyed eating with cutleries. Not even when Arthur continued forcing. I was thankful that Gulther for once had never asked me to use the cutlery. Just as I made me to the fridge, handle in hand I heard smooching sounds and murmurs. I didn't know anyone

ELSA'S POV When Agatha came to my room to tell me that it was time for lunch and that the King sent for me, I told him to tell him I wasn't coming. It was a bold move and I had no reason to put her in a difficult situation, but earlier today when he didn't even budge while making the decision that I go to the field and clear it up, I was not going to budge declining his offer. I was hungry, and this baby needed all the nutrition it could get, it was already decided, I was passing this. I was washing my hands after using the toilet, when I heard a knock on my door, if it was Agatha, I didn't think I was going to be as gentle as I was the last time. The person knocked again, I wiped my hands on the back of my jeans, habit, I entered the room and sat on my bed. I wasn

NIA'S POV"Why do you want to know?" I asked. Something was definitely up with Elsa and Arthur. First, she wouldn't even identify the problem they seem to have had. Second, he went upstairs to fetch her himself when she refused to eat lunch."Nothing. I was just thinking that I have never actually heard you talk about both of you and your story. I would love to hear it." Elsa said, her face expressionless."Well, it was through the regular way, 'the pick'" Elsa's brow shot up in question and I rushed to explain. "It's an event where the people both outside and inside royalty brought their mature enough daughters who have already wolfed out for the king to choose from.""So if he chooses her, what happens next?" Elsa asked."He becomes her husband and she bares him an heir," I answered. Elma sat quietly as if contemplating what to say next."And if he doesn't see a person he wants there?""It's not possible, well... It is possible, but it's mandatory that he has to choose one.""So how