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 Raven’s Wing
~ ZARA ~
Stark and Hildie were right on my heels out of the cottage, but they rushed forward as I stormed up to the lone horse that was there.
When I threatened to punch Hildie because she wouldn't let go of my arm, Stark stepped in.
"We will get you there, Zara. But you must think this through. You can't be seen—can't be recognized. You need a cloak and some kind of weapon. And how are you going to get into the castle itself?"
"I thought the whole city was there!"
"In the Courtyard, but David will be—"
"David is about to marry another woman, Stark! I have to go!"
Hildie, who'd moved to the horse while we argued, tugged a little rolled up parcel free from where it was tied on the saddle, then shook it out. She threw the hooded cloak at me with a muttered, "Wear this."
Then, as I gaped, she turned me around and slipped a thin dagger out of somewhere in her own clothing and shoved into the sheath at my back.