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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

AimeeLynn · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
439 Chs

Dark Night 

~ ZARA ~

I stuffed myself into a pair of divided skirts and riding boots, tucked in a loose blouse, and started grabbing stockings, boots, riding habits, praising Ash for reminding me about a cloak, those strange underclothes, a nightgown and the robe and… and suddenly I was standing there with a bag mostly full and it was time to walk out.

My breath caught as I threw the strap of the bag over one shoulder, but something felt off. Wrong.

Unfinished.

If I left now, just walked out and either got myself killed or somehow back to my world… that was it. David would never know—never be confronted with what he'd done.

Probably assume I'd been taken by Ash…

No fucking way.

Storming through to the little table in the sitting room where they always left parchment and quill for writing messages, I dipped the quill, cursing when I splattered ink, but prayed the note was legible.

~

David,

I saw you with her.

I'm going home.