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

"My lady, are you sure about this?" Heather asked me.

I stared at myself in the mirror as I nodded my head in agreement. The simple dress reached my ankles and denied any hint of nobility yet it presented me a pragmatic appearance suitable for any practical situation. Although it was unusual to put on such an unadorned outfit I felt strangely at ease wearing it. The simple outfit lacked big jewels and a restrictive corset which allowed me free breathing while absence of detailed embroidery did not burden me down. Just me, as I was.

"For the last time Heather, yes, I am sure!" I answered brushing away invincible lint from my dress, "You have no idea how long I've waited for this." I said with a smile.

Heather heaved out a sigh, cocking her hips out as she pointed the hair brush she was holding at me. "I know that, believe me I do but I also know that you could get into a lot of trouble for this!"

Stubborn Princess