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

Reagan grabbed me by my waist, gently lifting me from the horse before lowering me on the ground. Around us there were some chatter and whispering from Reagan's men but he chose to ignore instead and lead me towards his tent. I pulled the scarf I had wrapped around my face tighter as I walked followed after him obediently.

Every person surrounding him gave him room while standing there dazed like they were staring at an iron hotplate. The cascade of rumors covered us but Reagan was calm. A hold on my wrist kept its pressure without becoming rough or forceful instead his hold stayed relentless as to keep me from escaping. I didn't.

I glanced back only to see Heather and Eddie were being ushered into another tent but Reagan's companion who I had later learnt his name was Nikolai had told me they were going to be taken care off.

Not A Fucking Thank You