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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 · Fantasy
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It was strange to be on horseback again. I hadn't ridden for several years, and never in a saddle that rose so high at the front and back; it was like sitting in a lego-slot.

It hadn't been a good start to the morning.

I almost dislocated a hip getting my leg over the high back of the saddle—called a cantle—when I mounted. Luckily, Ash had boosted me nice and high. As it was, I had to grip the tall horn at the front and hold myself forward until I could straighten the wide, divided skirts Abigail had dressed me in.

I'd been assigned a massive chestnut gelding with a graying muzzle, who was thankfully quiet and solid, and happy to do as he was asked, though not an ounce more. But since I spent the first hour reacquainting myself with riding, I ended up on the edge of the group, Ash at my right, trying to get my horse that I had nicknamed Buzz to do more than plod.