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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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The Intrusion of Truth

~ DAVID ~

"Agatha," I sighed wearily, holding the basket of food she'd handed me and shaking my head. Behind me on the couch Zara laughed like a hyena. "Why?" I muttered, lips pressed thin and let her see the anger in my eyes.

I didn't believe for a moment she'd really come to give me food. There were plenty of far more discreet servants for that kind of task.

Agatha leaned towards the door, peering inside and around the corner until she caught sight of Zara, curled up on the couch in my robe and still laughing.

"Ah, that's good. You haven't broken her."

"Aggie!"

Zara spluttered again, gripping her stomach.

"You know, Stark is right," Agatha muttered. "You really are rather… puckered, David."

"Stark…? Stark called me puckered?!" I ground my teeth. "I assure you, when I am left alone and not… provoked—"