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 hands trembled as I reached for my wardrobe and began yanking out clothing out of my wardrobe. I moved past array of beautiful dresses, frantically searching through tons of heavy ball gowns, dinner dress and sleep wears till eventually I found what I was looking for. I grabbed a pair of my tunic and a pair of tight fitting pants and holster along with corset.

I wasted no time in undressing and putting on my attire. I was just putting on my tunic when the door suddenly opened and Heather came inside, a worried look on my face.

"My lady you left in such a hurry, I was wondering…" Heather trailed off staring at my attire then stared around at the mess I had made in the room, her gaze then landed on the bed where she saw the weapons I had laid out.

Her gaze snapped back to mine, assessing my attire with confusion on her face. "What are you doing?"

Secret Rendezvous