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?

Two hours later I cursed myself for not having the sense to excuse myself from the ride.


After our meeting in the forest and the long walk up the rise, David had circled around, letting his Stallion run the long route through the trees to rejoin the group from the side, declaring longly and loudly that he'd been off having an adventure.


Ash smiled with his teeth while David spoke, and some of the other Select fluttered about how happy they were to see him. But he never met my eyes, or invited me to ride near him. And I never quite convinced myself that I was fine with that.


But after a couple more hours in the saddle, I tried to tell myself I couldn't have cared less if David was intentionally ignoring me—which I suspected he was. It made a little curl of sadness in my chest. But what could I do? I couldn't push my mount faster to try and catch him up, and even if I did, he was guarded by a ring of women three deep.


Game On