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

"Dahlia, Dahlia, can you hear me?"

Reagan's voice cut through the noise that I was busy hearing in my head. I blinked a little and Reagan's face came into focus. Clear as daylight which meant everything he had just said was true.

My body drew in rapid breath but the sound broke through my chest. The painful rhythm of my heart flattened my ribs as the repeated beats knocked loudly within my ears.

I let out a feeble chuckle which sounded both strands of hatred and utter sadness.

"Oh gods above, you really are serious." I said looking at him but he just stood there!

Something like regret flashed in his eyes but Reagan being good at not revealing his emotions quickly masked it. He just continued to stand there looking at me as if he didn't just rip my heart clean out of my chest.

Broken Parts