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

The next morning I woke up with the sunlight streaming through the flaps of our tents casting a warm golden light across the fabric. I stretched on the bed with a slight yawn and then turned to my side only see that I was the only one in the tent.

The bedroll Reagan laid on the ground had completely disappeared completely, almost like he didn't sleep in this tent and that the apology he had muttered last night hadn't happened.

I stared down at my hand on the bed, I could still feel the warmth of Reagan's hand on mine as he held me throughout the night.

Truth was even though I had told him that I was fine, I actually wasn't. The nightmare shook me to the very core and Reagan had decided to hold my hand not saying anything and just like that sleep had claimed me.

Now, I woke up with this empty feeling in my chest. Reagan just confused the fuck out of me, there were times where I can't figure out if he hated me or cared about me!

Not Too Thrilled Knight