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

"Gods damn it woman at this rate there won't be any food for us left!" A man suddenly yelled startling me from where I was busy peeling the yam.

Still startled, I glanced up at the man only to see him staring at me angrily. The man was a tall man with broad shoulders and broad shoulders. He was also entirely coated in a sheen of sweat which was no doubt as a result of labor and he stood glaring down at me as though I had insulted every single one of his ancestors. I noticed that everyone had stopped working, they were also waiting to see what was going to occur next.

"Okay, calm down Lars." One of the men who was busy chopping woods said with an exasperated sigh.

"Calm down?" The man called Lars asked in disbelief, "She's been peeling that yam for ages and she's not just peeling it, she's chopping it off! She's wastin' more than she's savin'." Lars said his accent thickening with each words.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled an apology.

Never Felt A Feeling Of Comfort