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 sudden voice immediately jolted me awake, I almost slipped from the chair I was seating on. My heart raced as I opened my eyes blinking rapidly to stay focused. I then brushed imaginary dust from my skirts, trying to pretend that I had been awake the entire time. But my sluggish movements must have betrayed me because someone cleared their throat from the corner of the room.</p>

<p>Damn it! I thought to myself as I raised my head up only to find Lady Marina staring at me. My cheeks heated with embarrassment but still I smiled at her but she didn't return it. Instead, she crossed her arms, her piercing eyes narrowing in displeasure. The air around her was suffocating, heavy with judgment. Worse, she was not alone. The women of the other great houses stood beside her, poised and graceful, their disapproving eyes on me. Their faces ranged from mild amusement to outright scorn.</p>

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