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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 · Fantasía
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[Bonus chapter] Break You 

~ STARK ~

Muttering at my own fancies—there wasn't time for this shit—I removed my sword belt and tossed it onto the bed as my heart started to beat harder. I shook my head as I began to untie my cravat, slipping the knots free and unbuttoning the tight collar that helped remind a soldier to maintain upright posture.

It was a relief when those top buttons were finally loose. 

I sighed.

There wasn't much time before I would be forced to take David's announcement to the conclave. To appear as his emissary, speak with each in secret and aid them in finding their way to the place of meeting. Because no one could know that they were gathered together.

Which reminded me, I still had to select where they would meet.

Another sigh.

But… perhaps I could take an hour to think and pray and rest. There would likely be little sleep tonight as I made preparation and ran interference for David, who was clearly on the edge of sanity.