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
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~ ZARA ~
Fear jangled through me, but Emory only smiled.
"Your Highness will meet with His Highness very soon. As his Consort I have been tasked with ensuring your comfort. I will show you to your quarters where you may freshen up, then we will attend his audience."
The man snarked and grumbled, but followed Emory when she graciously invited him inside and led him up the stairs and into the palace.
She didn't look at me, though I followed her from the corner of my eye for as long as I could—and I didn't miss Lizbeth's throat bobbing, and the way my little friend paled.
Then the servants followed the King up the stairs carrying all of the boxes and trunks, and then the carriage moved away, the line of carriages behind it clopping forward until the next—brilliant in the morning sun with sapphire walls and gold trim—stopped at the base of the carpet, which was my cue.
Well, shit.