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

I stayed still as the red juicy mess slid down my face, sliding onto the leather vest I was putting on and onto the floor with a soft plop.

Dahlia stood still, a basket in her hands as she glared at me her cheeks flushed red with anger. Her hands clenched into a fists as she drew in deep breath while glaring at me with so much anger and if only looks could kill, I would have been a dead man by now.

But to think she threw a tomato at me, of all things, a fucking tomato?

I slowly reached up to swipe the mess from my face, my fingers coated with pulp and seeds. Exhaling through my nose, "Did you…" I chuckled in disbelief as I stared at her, "Did you actually just…"

"Yes!" Dahlia cut me off, her voice loud over the heavy silence that had now descended on the soliders who were no doubt interested in our interaction. "I did!"

I Wish I Knew