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 Green-Eyed Monster
~ DAVID ~
When I finally made it back to my rooms well after midnight, I was slumped with exhaustion. I'd been so certain of my choice earlier in the night, but all the conversation, Stark's warnings, dealing with Emory—everything suddenly made me doubt myself.
But I remembered something my father and Stark had both told me multiple times in training for war: There was no such thing as a decision without risk. It was only whether the potential cost was worth the potential reward.
Yet, nothing was worth losing Zara.
Had I made a grave error? Or would I look back on this day and applaud myself? There was no way to know, and yet the questions, doubts, arguments, and counter-arguments continued to circle in my head.
Stark had accompanied me and strode along just behind me, but Kaspar and Erik were waiting for us in my sitting room looking very grim. Erik turned quickly when I walked in, like he was guilty, and adrenaline shot through me.