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
Do You Hear What I Hear?
~ STARK ~
I was sitting in one of the thick, leather chairs in the hunting cottage at the edge of the Palace land when the first, lone bell chimed at dawn, it's ring pealing out over the city—and the forest—to announce the King's wedding day.
It would ring every hour on the hour until the ceremony at high sun.
The hour prior, the single bell would ring longer to call citizens to witness the King's nuptials, and then afterwards, all the bells could chime for an hour solid, announcing the new Queen to the world.
I sat in the cottage where I'd been for the past two days—following David's order to leave his presence and not be seen until after the honeymoon. I'd slept very little last night, woken dark and angry, and spent the past hour mentally apologizing to David's father for my failure in breaking through to him.
Failed… I have failed. It was a looping, intrusive thought. It sank my heart and churned my guts. And it made me want to weep.