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 led me to a place that was far away from the campsite. He led me through the dense forest, the sounds of birds and rustling of trees filled the air. I could also hear the sort crunch of leaves beneath our feet and the distant call of a raven circling above.

Reagan didn't say a word but just strolled ahead with that stiff sulky stride that made me want to grab a rock off the ground and hurl it at his damn head.

When he was sure that we were far away from the ground. Reagan turned to look at me and I stared back at him expectantly, waiting to see why he brought me so deep out into the woods. There is also the fact that he interrupted me in the middle of a good breakfast.

For a minute Reagan simply stared at me, not saying anything. I was starting to get tired of the silence, so I arched a brow up at him while shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

The Punch Line