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

<p>The sun shone high in the sky, beating down my bare skinned shoulders as I leaned against the rocky wall facing the training area. I watched the guards fight using their swords below the arena as each strike produced a well-timed rhythm. The repetitive noise of steel colliding with steel carried through the air as a permanent reminder to my chosen path plus the shared our shared connections with each other.</p>

<p>The king had ordered for us to go into the border and round up the rebellion. He was starting to get really restless these days. His demands had become more savage, more frantic. It didn't matter to him now who stood in his way — men, women, children. To him, lives were tools, mere afterthoughts to be crushed under the barrel of his authority.</p>

The Knight's Goal