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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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The Royal Forever

If you like music while you read, try "I Saw Love" by Forest Blakk. It's David and Zara's song!

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~ ZARA ~

A quivering silence hung in the air of the Courtyard at the Palace, tension crackling through everyone witnessing the historic marriage of their King to the woman they believed to be a Sorceress.

Then…

"Sire… you may kiss your bride. Or should I say, your Queen?"

As David beamed, then descended on me with a predatory smile, the crowd raised a massive cheer, so loud that I couldn't even hear my own pulse in my ears as my husband teased his tongue under my lip and squeezed me to him.

My husband.

He had been my husband for some time now, but there was something special about making certain everyone else knew it.

I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him harder into the kiss, and the crowd roared even louder.