AimeeLynn

[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?

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THE CHOICE: My King or My Knight?

That night, back in my suite and once again exhausted, Ash waited in the sitting room while I bathed and changed with Abigail's help.


The trill of nerves was dancing in my stomach. Would tonight be the night I fell asleep and woke up back in my old, miserable life?


Abigail gave me a considering look in the mirror, but I just held her gaze and waited—a strategy I had learned would keep most people quiet when they were uncertain.


"Well," Abigail said as she finished brushing my hair, "Best you rest my dear. It will be an early start in the morning as we'll need to dress you before we go to the stables for horse riding with the King."


"Yes, weren't you listening to the schedule?"


"I guess that part escaped me." Thank God I'd taken lessons when I was a kid. I was sure I could sit the saddle well enough not to embarrass myself. I hoped so, anyway.


All the Grace