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

Tears rolled of Heather's face as she dipped her hands into a bowl and brought out the bloody wash cloth she was using to clean me. My teeth clenched together while a harsh breath escaped when Heather put the wet fabric onto my open injuries. My entire body burned with a fiery agony as if flames were licking the skin. It hurt. It hurt so much.

This wasn't the first time that Madam Heidi would discipline me but it was the first time I would be receiving such lashings from her and without the usual balm to accompany it, the tears of a mermaid.

I wasn't a stranger to the pain she inflicted on me but without the salve to take some of the pain away, it was just unbearable.

Letting Darkness Overcome Me