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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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No Weapon Formed Shall Stand

~ ZARA ~

David looked like he hardly dared hope. Intense and demanding he lifted his head towards her, his eyes blazing.

"Will this ever turn my head from her? Remove my heart—"

"Sire, this ties you together. Forever. To remove it now would… well, it could kill both of you."

"Wait, you're saying I've got it too?" I asked, hushed.

Gayner turned to me, shaking her head. "No, I mean… the bond that was placed on him, it twines with you, even in death. I don't understand it. I cannot explain it. I can only guess that you were not the subject of the original intention, yet somehow it… took you. And so the power was broken and fulfilled. I don't… I don't know how that can be. All I know is that the bond he was given has both broken—presumably for its original intent—and taken… with you."

We both gaped at her. My head was buzzing. But then David twitched.

"What the enemy intends for ill, God will use for good," he breathed, his voice awed.