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

That word continued to play in my mind even the next morning. Reagan had claimed me has his wife in front of his entire family. I didn't know whether to be happy about that or be worried. The look in Marina's face as she stared back and forth at me and Reagan would have melted an entire block of ice.

But Reagan stood protectively in front of me and claimed he was going to talk to her instead. He stood up for me, something that had never happened before and in front of his family no less. I could feel a smile forming on my face as I thought about it.

My gaze locked with that of Heather's who stared at me through the vanity mirrors as I gently rubbed lotion on my hands. I rolled my eyes at the way Heather grinned as if someone had just presented to her a huge big present that contained all her favorite things in the world.

"Oh please." I stated dryly, "I am not happy."

A stunning Gift