DA_Aloera

A princess's duty is to be beautiful, quiet, not loud, to be seen and not to be heard, which was how Dahlia lived most of her life. Bound by the expectations of her title, she spent years trying to prove to her father that she was more than just a princess and capable of being more than an ornament in his court but each time she never got the chance. Instead, she was forced into a marriage of convenience with the bravest knight in all the kingdom, Reagan Hawthorne.

Dahlia thought she would use this marriage to escape the brutal crutches of her father and glide out of her cage but Reagan’s cold disdain was an unexpected prison of its own. While he waged wars on distant lands, she stayed behind, holding his household together and protecting the people he seemed to ignore. But Dahlia carried a dangerous secret. By day, she was the perfect wife. By night, she became the "Black Knight," a masked vigilante fighting for justice in the shadows.

Reagan returned, ready to focus on his personal mission: avenging his father’s death. To him, Dahlia was just another pawn in his plans—a spoiled princess he needed to tolerate. But as cracks began to form in her perfect façade, Reagan couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his wife than met the eye.

Now, with enemies circling closer and their secrets threatening to collide, Dahlia and Reagan must confront the lies they’ve told themselves and each other. But when masks fall and truths are revealed, will their fragile bond withstand the storm—or will it shatter beyond repair?

One wound. One secret. One night that changes everything.

THE Knight’s Hidden Princess

We were heading back to the manor.

After discussing with Reagan last night, we had both decided to leave and go back to our home, deciding it to be safer than my father's castle. Although we did play our path well, or at least I thought we did. Reagan seemed to have relaxed a little bit, though he did keep on drinking and I supposed he needed the courage of alcohol to be able to play his part.

I glanced at him from where he was busy inspecting the carriage ride. He had greeted me this morning when we were out but even though he agreed on playing pretend with me, I could still feel the way he was trying to put the distance between us which I don't blame him for.

I mean the man just found out that I was supposed to make him fall in love with me so that he my father would be more loyal to him, so I couldn't exactly fault him. But even if I didn't blame him, I won't lie that the distance between us hurt.

Just A Pawn