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
No Comparison
If you like music while you read, try "Will I Make it Out Alive?" by Tommee Profitt and Jessie Early.
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~ DAVID ~
It was beyond morning. Almost lunchtime. And yet I found myself still standing in the sitting room of my chambers, staring out of the window into the gardens below.
Conclave had been a success. My wife-to-be unanimously acknowledged. And in less than twelve hours—a record, I believed.
Of course, I'd sold my soul to make it happen. It had seemed necessary at the time. A requirement. Perhaps a penance? I wasn't sure, but I'd been… driven.
Now… now it was a relief to know that soon all of these foreign souls would leave the Palace. Yet, for that to happen, I would first stand before Arinel—her people, her allies, and even her enemies—and speak the vows that would tie me forever to Lizbeth. She was, perhaps, the kindest and most compassionate soul I'd ever met.
And scared of her own shadow.