Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 200

Chapter 0200

“Chocolate?” Clarke spoke with his mouth still completely full, so much so that it was barely understandable. |

imagine he had at least three full chocolates in his mouth at once with the way he was struggling to chew as

well. I simply chuckled at him before taking one of the caramel ones out and hesitating before popping it in my

mouth.

The last tI had chocolate was with Lewis... Thinking back, it might not seem like much now, but... although

far and few in between, every good thing that happened at the palace was due to Lewis. He always tried to bring

a smile to my face even though he knew how bad things were.

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“It’s typical isn't it?..” | chuckled swallowing the delicious chocolate and playfully rolling my eyes. “I get tortured

on live television and get yelled at for it...” | grabbed another chocolate and again in humor scoffed at the sight.

“You get mauled by a single wolf and you get fancy chocolates. | mean, Where's my treat? At this stage | should

basically have a parade dedicated toor something.” He chuckled at my attempt of humor before looking at

“Honestly, you can joke all you want, but I'd be very surprised if you don’t have one made for you? From what |

gather, there are a lot of people who admire the hell out of you. You're the talk of the town, as the saying goes.”

Great, that was the last thing | wanted to hear. | just didn’t understand why people fawned all over me, | was just

a victim, forced into a life | didn’t ask for and a life | didn’t want.

“Oh yeah, what games would people play exactly? Pin the silver rod on the forearm? I'm sure that would be a

crowed pleaser. Maybe a pifiata would be more accurate, that’s what the king ultimately sawas.” | didn’t

mean to bring the tone down so drastically, | was just really confused with everything, and Clarke was not

helping in the slightest.

“Stop hiding behind dark humor. Although, I do love a good party game.” | couldn't help but chuckle again, we

always did have banter between us, even if it was mostly at my expense.

“Why is it, every t| see you, you makeout to be this beloved celebrity or something.” His eyebrows

raised atbefore he put his chocolates down, his facial features screamed nothing but humorous skepticism.

“You kind of are.” | sighed and broke eye contact quickly. We were going off of the subject and veering into an

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argument. “For someone as well spoken and clever as you, you really are oblivious sometimes. Your words are

powerful, you are so sure on your views that you end up influencing everyone every tyou open your mouth.”

It didn’t really matter what he said, I'd never look at myself and see anything more than a blight to the world. |

might've have held ssort of influence over people, but every t| spoke, someone always got hurt, | was

done voicing my opinions.

“I'm self-diagnosed with word vomit. Sometimes it just can’t be helped.” | swallowed thickly before reaching into

my pocket and pulling out the scrunched up wrinkle stained envelope, ready to change the subject quickly.

“Anyway, I'm not here to talk about how shitty my life is...” | held out the white paper and smiled slightly.

“I'm here because, | can’t do this alone."