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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
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Foolish King

~ DAVID ~

With the eyes locked on me of the only three men in the world who knew the entire sphere of my life and decisions, I took a deep, disappointed breath. 

Reluctantly I nodded. "I won't tell her about Erik, yet." When Stark took a breath in relief, I caught his eye. "I do not promise that I will wait until our marriage. I will wait until I'm certain it is unavoidable for the health of our lives and our Kingdom. But I will not place a boundary on that."

Stark's lips thinned, but I turned back to my brother, my hands closing tight because they wanted to close on his throat. "You have to tell me everything that happened, everything you said so that I know what she's referring to when we speak of it," I said through my teeth.

My brother should never have touched her. He should not know the taste of her lips, her sweet breath.

FUCK.