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 · Fantasy
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Me, Myself and I – Part 3

~ ZARA ~

I froze in my tracks so that the blade wouldn't cut deeper, but I called to him.


My father had already whipped his head around, his eyes narrowed over my shoulder. He was already beginning to sink his weight low, already reaching back…

I was sucking in a breath, preparing to tell David everything, to arm him, but it all happened too quickly.

"Zara, down!" David barked, and I didn't even hesitate. I dropped to my knees feeling the scrape of that blade on my chin because Abigail had been distracted and let her grip loosen. I dropped under her arm, then rolled, just like Ash had taught me months earlier.

As the world flipped and I tumbled in slow-motion, two dark shadows shot through the room, and twin thuds sounded.

Behind and in front of me, male grunts punctured the air.

My mother screamed.

The person who looked like me began to turn, grabbing her skirts to run.