THE CHOICE: My King or My Knight?
[COMPLETE] When Zara walked in on her boyfriend sleeping with another woman, she cursed God for the lack of good men in this miserable, modern world. Then she woke up in a romantic land of honorable Knights and the Royal Court. There, Zara is stunned to find herself one of eighteen women called The Select, from which the handsome, powerful King will choose his bride. She finds the magnetic King compelling. But her dashing Knight Defender has declared his love—and vows to save her from certain death: Tradition requires every woman in the Select who is not the King’s chosen bride to be executed to cover her family’s shame. Yet, the King is also making his intention to win Zara clear. None of this would matter if it was just a dream. But Zara is soon forced to accept that this is no fantasy. Which means each man—and his love—is real. And this world is a deadly nightmare. As the tension between the two men grows, Zara must make a choice. But how can a woman choose between a powerful King and a deadly Knight? Especially when either would kill to keep her? Are you #TeamKing or #TeamKnight? COVER IMAGE: Copyright (c) 2023 Author AimeeLynn
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The next morning, I was horrendously sore. It had taken another bath and some massage from Abigail before I could walk without looking stiff. And when we did leave the suite to join the others, the stairs were torture on my leg muscles that didn't want to brace at all. But once I was on the flat, it was bearable.
We were taken to the Turret Room again, and left milling around for a few minutes.
Ash was hovering like a mother goose, but I supposed I couldn't blame him, so I tried to pretend I didn't mind that he practically stood on the back of my shoes as I wedged myself around and between other women, trying to reach Emory.
She was standing at the back of the room near one of those narrow windows, whispering with her Defender, who looked very serious. And Emory did too.
But her face brightened when she saw me and she waved me over, reaching for my hands as I got close.