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 still can't believe you rode all the way out here just to come save me." I said to Dahlia who was seated on my horse, she was riding with me.

Dahlia didn't respond and continued to stare ahead. A silent protest to when I demanded she ride with me instead of riding on her own horse like she initially wanted. I had told her there was no way she was going to be riding alone when there was no telling how safe the road was going to be.

Of course, Dahlia being the stubborn dark haired beauty that she was argued with me that she could handle herself just fine but eventually I won the argument by claiming that if she doesn't get her sweet ass on the saddle, I will strap her to it myself.

I was jerk, I know that but I had no choice! The more time we spent arguing the more time we give the Kashkil reinforcements time to catch up to us.

Don't Make Me Regret It