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 Glittering Night
~ ZARA ~
I gripped my skirts as Agatha took the elbow of a woman I didn't know and ushered her away with a whispered command to me to make myself scarce.
Well, fuck.
I turned away from her wondering where to go next and kind of took in the view.
The Grand Ballroom was gorgeous tonight—literally glowing with what had to be thousands of candles on the chandeliers and in the sconces on the wall, as well as placed on the tables around the room. It gilded everything—including the people—in gold.
People who were already drenched in gold and twinkling gems. All around me everyone was dancing, or standing talking, draped in the most luxurious and rich looking fabrics, hand-sewn embroidery, beading…
Abigail had taken almost three hours to prepare me for this night and I wished I could see myself through Ash's eyes, because he'd stopped cold when he was allowed into the room after I'd finally been corseted and dressed.