I Am the King’s Human Shield

Summary

The day the King was ambushed, my husband—the Captain of the Royal Guard—was busy placating his childhood sweetheart, who had stormed off in a fit of pique.

I did not light the signal flare in my hand. Instead, I stood before the King, my belly swollen with child, and became his human shield.

I made this choice because, in my previous life, I had lit that flare. My husband had abandoned his precious Elara to rush to the King's side. He was hailed as a hero, named Lord Protector of the realm for his valor. But Elara, left alone, fell into the assassins’ trap and was killed on the spot.