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
What You Don’t See
~ DAVID ~
I stared at Zara, perplexed. She laughed, but it was a little brittle.
"Yes, I'm serious. It's tradition. You've already seen me, which you aren't supposed to do. Very naughty King."
"Zara, what's wrong?" I asked, pulling back from her touch and staring down at her, concerned. "Why are you so tense?"
She sighed and looked down, but didn't shrink away when I put my hands at her waist which had been cinched in by the corseting of the dress.
"I'm just nervous, I told you," she murmured. "I'm… I don't know. I just want everything to go as planned. It's happening, David. It's finally happening—I've waited my whole life for this day and it feels… momentous."
Momentous? She sounded more like Stark than herself. But then, she'd been talking about how she was going to have to learn to speak more like the Arinel Court so she didn't stand out so badly, still.