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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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Glittering Night, Glowing Queen 

If you like music while you read, try "Body Language" by Able Heart. It's a playful bit of fun for David and Zara in this scene!

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~ DAVID ~

The moment I'd seen Fireknight at attention against the wall, jaw tight and eyes fixed on the room I knew she must have arrived.

It was petty to take pleasure in striding past him freely into the crowd, knowing he'd wish to be at her side, but couldn't. But I wasn't above it.

But as soon as he was out of sight and the crowd began to part to let me through, I just prayed I could find her quickly. My heart was racing, hammering against my ribs, like an excited child. It should have been ridiculous. But it was thrilling.

Then I caught sight of her and my breath stopped entirely.

She stood next to Lizbeth, who was smiling broadly, stunning in a shimmering, silver-green dress that took away any breath I might have had left.