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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

AimeeLynn · Fantasy
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~ ZARA ~

We stared at each other. My heart was racing because she wasn't wavering. There was nothing in her that said she was lying and that scared the fuck out of me—was she telling the truth? Or just a much, much better liar than I had realized?

Either way, I wasn't going to let her back me down, because if this was her true attitude, then she couldn't be trusted at all.

"I think you're jealous. Jealous, and bitter and—"

She made a frustrated noise and shook her head. Behind her, three of the Defenders were talking, watching us through the window, but none of them opened the door.

"I tried to be your friend," she said, almost to herself. "I tried to warn you. Tried to get you to see what you were walking into, but fuck. Get it through your head, Zara. To these people you are not special. Period."

Nerves coursed through my veins. Then Agatha's words came back to me.

Consider the source.