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
Confessions and Questions – Part 2
~ ZARA ~
"What the hell was your problem? Why were you screaming like that? You had to know they'd get upset?" Emory hissed.
I folded my arms. "Is David here with you?"
Emory's entire head snapped back in shock. "What the fuck?! David? Are you nuts?"
"I saw him today, Emory, stop acting. I saw him, and I saw both of you together back in Arinel and I'm not fucking stupid, okay? Don't play dumb with me, you were cheating on me with my husband—when did you come back? Did he send you back? What the fuck is going on?!"
Emory gaped at me. I'd never seen her look so shocked—but then I remembered how well she'd played the we're just friends reuniting sweetness when they arrived.
"Do you ever actually tell the truth?" I asked while she stared at me like a dumbstruck fish. "Or is every word out of your mouth a lie?"
Then she blinked—and then she got mad.