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
Oh, Captain, My Captain – Part 1
~ STARK ~
That evening, I returned to my room after making certain Zavi and Dara were safely asleep and guarded. I slumped into my chair and sighed, trying to shake the sense of unease.
It was odd how quickly Hildie had become… necessary.
For almost five decades I had found my space a sanctuary. My own room as a child, my own quarters as an Officer. In fact, the years in the barracks as I rose through the ranks had been sheer hell. A refining fire. My heart needed space and my mind needed silence. My rooms had always provided that.
Almost two of those decades now, I had taken these quarters in the Royal wing. These rooms were mine—permeated by my life. My peace. My sanctum.
And yet…
Here I sat on a calm evening, just as night fell—my favorite time of day—the dimming sun shining through the window, my shirt unbuttoned at the neck, my sleeves rolled up, and a drink in my hand.