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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 Way Things Are

~ DAVID ~

Her face was a thundercloud. Pride and caution roiled in my chest.

I loved how protective she was of others—it would make her a wonderful Queen. But her insistence on forcing the already molded minds of others to her ideals was… dangerous.

Patience was needed. Patience and strategy.

"Zara," I said, stroking her cheek. "Those women hold no interest for me. At all. Even the servants will tell you so. Please. That's not what's important here."

She nodded quickly, but her eyes were darting around like she was searching for something. I took her hand again and waited for her to meet my eyes. "I can handle this. But it won't be by public proclamation. These practices are already outlawed in Arinel."

"But, if you don't make it really clear, he might come after her!" she whispered.

"I will be clear. Make no mistake," I growled.