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

For a minute all I could do was stare at the closed door, fighting the urge to go after her and demand her to tell me exactly what's bothering her. She had asked me if I didn't care and I had told her I didn't, I had lashed out at her which made me so angry. I had tried to keep my cool and be as nonchalant as I could but she just infuriated me.

She dared to show up here, trying to play the victim in all of this. Her voice had trembled with emotion as she stared at me and asked that gods damned question.

Care? Of course, I cared. The intensity of how much I cared for her made me feel my chest would collapse because of its heaviness. My care soon became poisonous because of her deceptive behavior and dishonest words along with all the secrets she attempted to hide using fabricated smiles and empty promises.

Do Not Insult My Intelligence