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
Womanly Wiles
"If I could have your attention, please," Mother Estow said, clinking a fork against a goblet at the end of the dining table.
Emory and I looked up from our breakfast plates and the gossip she'd been telling me about who was rumored to be leaving the Select first.
I was still nervous about what David planned to do to keep the women alive, so I was irritated by the interruption. But Mother Estow waited calmly for everyone to quiet, then nodded.
"As you know we have several formal events planned for the coming weeks. The dress for some of these events will be of the highest possible quality as we entertain and host dignitaries from our neighbors and allies, as well as members of the Royal family. As Select, you will be expected to undertake the duties that would usually fall to the Queen. As such, we plan to dress all of you fit for... well, for a Queen."
There was a flutter of excitement around the table, but Mother Estow only nodded and continued.