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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 ~

The dungeons were… horrifying. Dark, dank. The air punctured with moans and the occasional gasp or scream.

I was shaking by the time we made it to the actual prison below the Palace, babbling to the guards, pleading with them to see that I was no threat.

Thankfully, when we got down there, they shoved me into the waiting arms of a handful of women.

They must be the guards Stark had mentioned. None of them dressed in black like Hildie, but two had the same vests she wore, with the built-in sheaths.

I trembled as they stripped me down of the clothing Hildie had given me, making certain I had no weapons hidden on my body, then gave me a robe that was little more than a long, linen shirt that fell below my knees.