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
The Weary Load
~ DAVID ~
Zara left the alcove first, Fireknight stalking at her back. And despite the grate on my nerves every time I set eyes on the man, I was grateful, too. At least I didn't need to worry about her immediate safety on top of everything else. There were so many things threatening her and us together… at least that I could rely on. The man would die for her protection, I was certain of it.
That left a niggling unease in the back of my mind, but I didn't let myself entertain it.
If only he could win others to the same level of devotion to her, there would be no need for any of the charade any longer. But ironically, Zara had seen the right of it. She needed to win these people over.
I was glad to have seen Agatha—always a hard sell—beginning to soften towards her. I wasn't sure Zara yet understood that for Agatha, growled criticisms were a mark of friendship. When she'd told me that Zara reminded her of my mother, I'd almost wept.