Rejected Luna Queen

Nesta’s POV

As the day wore on, I found myself basking in the attention from both Nolan and Rowan. It felt surreal, almost like a dream, to have them both there, caring for me and making sure I was comfortable.

Their presence brought back memories of the early days when I first met them, days filled with the thrill of new connections and unspoken possibilities. The days they proved to me that I was in fact loveable.

Back then, they were acting, bd by duty and obligation, but now, it seemed like they genuinely wanted to be here. Like they don’t want to be anywhere else in the world but here.

Rowan left shortly after, his departure marked by a gentle squeeze of my hand and a reassuring smile. I watched him go, feeling a strange mix of emotions.

I don’t know… after what happened yesterday, so many things are happening to me that I don’t understand. Especially when it comes to my feelings for these men.

There was gratitude for his presence, a lingering warmth from his touch, and a bittersweet longing for the simplicity of the past. But as he disappeared from view, my attention was drawn back to Nolan, who remained by my side.

Nolan’s gaze was intense, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion that made my heart race. He took the bowl of broth Maria had brought and sat beside me, carefully blowing on the hot liquid before bringing the spoon to my lips.

The gesture was tender, almost intimate, and I couldn’t help but smile at the care he was showing me. It made my stomach dip knowing he is doing this because he wants to. He has no other ulterior motive.

“Here, take a sip,” he murmured, his voice soft and soothing.

I obeyed, the warm broth easing the rawness in my throat and the ache in my body. Nolan continued to feed me, his movements gentle and precise, and I felt a strange sense of peace wash over me.

Despite the chaos of the past few days, this moment felt like a sanctuary, a safe harbour in the storm. I want to be wrapped in this moment for a long long time.

As I swallowed the last of the broth, I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. There was something unspoken between us, a connection that went beyond words.

Nolan’s expression was a mix of concern and something else, something deeper that made my heart flutter. Was it what I was hoping for? What am I currently banding with? Because I want it to be reciprocated so bad,

“Thank you.” I whispered, my voice barely audible,

He smiled, a genuine smile that lit up his features and made him look years younger “You’re welcome,” he replied, setting the bowl aside, “Just rest now?

I nodded, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. As I settled back into the pillows, I couldn’t help but dink about how far we had come.

From the tumultuous beginnings, marked by anger and mistrust, to this moment of quiet companionship. It was almost too much to comprehend,

As I lay there, my thoughts drifted to Nolan and the feelings I had for him. It was like a tangled web, emotions interwoven with mories and hopes.

Despite everything that had happened, despite me pain and the heartache, I realised that I was in love with him. Perhaps I had never stopped feeling for him, even when I tried to convince myself otherwise, But with that realisation came a flood of uncertainty, Was it a good thing or a bad one?

Loving Nolan meant opening myself up to the possibility of more pain, more heartache. But it also meant embracing the chance for something beautiful, something real.

I closed my eyes, trying to keep the headache at bay, but my mind refused to quiet. Nolan had always been a complex figure in my life, a mix of strength and vulnerability, kindness and severity.

And now, as I lay here, feeling his presence beside me, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for us. Maybe everything happened to lead to this moment? Or am I getting ahead of myself?

In the silence of the room, I felt Nolan’s hand brush against mine, a simple touch that spoke volumes. It was a promise, a reassurance that he was here, that he cared.

And in that moment, I allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, we could find a way to navigate the complexities of our relationship.

As the warmth of the broth spread through my body, easing the fever and the fatigue, I drifted off into a restless sleep. My dreams were filled with images of Nolan and Rowan, memories of the past mingling with hopes for the future.

And through it all, one thought remained constant: I was in love, and no matter what happened, I would face it with an open heart.

When I woke again, the room was quiet, the shadows long on the walls.

Nolan was still there, watching over me with a look of quiet determination. He offed me a small, tired smile, and I felt a surge of emotion well up within me.

“Goddess‘ I thought to myself, I think I am so in love.”

As I lay there, wrapped in the warmth of Nolan’s presence, it became starkly clear to me that my feelings for him were something entirely different from what I once felt for Luca.

The comparison was like night and day, a sharp, defining line separating fleeting

nation from deep, abiding love. It is clearer than anything.

Luca had been a small flame, flickering gently but never truly blazing. My emotions for him were more of a passing fancy, a brief moment of youthful longing that never truly took root.

It was a crush, a whisper of desire.

never demanded much more than a fleeting daydream. It was innocent and superficial, easily dismissed and quickly forgotten.

It was something I harboured because I was all alone and I wanted to feel something for someone that isn’t Rowan or Nolan. I now realize that it was nothing but innocent like for someone you consider a family. Just like Elara. But Nolan was different. With him, there was an undeniable gravity, a pull that went beyond mere attraction. What I felt for Nolan was profound and complex, an intricate dance of emotions that had been building for so long it was impossible to ignore.

It wasn’t just about physical attraction or romantic interest; it was about a deep–seated connection that had grown and evolved over time.

Nolan represented something much more significant—an anchor in the storm, a confidant, a source of both joy and pain.

My feelings for him were intense and consuming, capable of shaping my thoughts and actions in ways I never imagined.

It was a love that demanded more of me, challenged me, and made me confront the depths of my own heart.

The contrast between Luca and Nolan was striking. With Luca, there had been a fluttering excitement, a simple joy that didn’t last beyond the moment.

But with Nolan, it was as if every emotion I had ever experienced had coalesced into something more powerful and lasting.

He was not just a part of my life; he had become a fundamental piece of it, altering my perspective and influencing my choices. I don’t know how we got here.

The realisation of this difference was both comforting and overwhelming. It confirmed that what I felt for Nolan was not just a temporary infatuation but a deep, genuine love that had grown over time.

It was a love that had withstood trial I tribulations, one that had survived despite the obstacles and heartaches. But at the same time it could be one sided.

As I lay there, feeling the steady rise and fall of Nolan’s chest beside me, I knew that my heart had chosen him in a way that went far beyond the superficial.

This was not a fleeting emotion but a profound connection that had shaped who I was and how I viewed the world.

And as I embraced this understanding, I felt a mixture of hope and trepidation, knowing that this love was something worth fighting for, no matter what challenges lay ahead.