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

Two guards each flanked me by my sides, their heavy boots echoed against the marble floors of the grand hall as we made our way towards the manor's east wing where I knew my mother was staying.

As I walked, the emotions inside me fought for supremacy with anger against regret at the same time. Every word Heather had said embedded into my mind like blades which pierced my pride to deeper and more painful depths. I couldn't believe what I had just heard and I wasn't willing to listen it but then everything made sense.

Dahlia looking pale, frail, almost sick! Hells, thinking about it made me sick. To think that she would go through this extent made my stomach churn. Looking at Dahlia, seeing her once bright and spirited self reduced to nothing but the shadow I had confronted earlier made me angry with myself. I couldn't believe that I had been too blind, too consumed by my anger and bitterness to notice it!

Love Is A Weakness