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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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Glittering Night, Shining King

~ ZARA ~

Hours later, as I swept into the ballroom and Ash peeled off to station himself at the wall with the other Defenders, I could finally breathe a little easier.

Strange how the spectacle of this place didn't seem nearly as intimidating as it had just a couple of weeks ago.

As I walked deeper into the ballroom, all senses alert for David even though I was almost certain he wouldn't be there yet, I found myself focused not on how I looked, or what others were thinking of me… but of how shallow the whole machine was.

Something had happened to me. As if finally having David, finally being certain of him had shifted my world on its axis.

I knew I was different from these people. I knew I didn't speak or act the way they did. But… under all the manners, careful words, and flashy clothing, David was still just a man. He loved and ached and slept and farted and… He was human.