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

"You look stunning." Heather whispered for the third time that night.

I smiled unable to stop myself from admiring the dress. It was truly stunning, very beautiful and it looked like it had been made specifically for me. It was a blue dress with sliver embroidery that glitters when the light shines on it. It was also cinched around the waist but not so tight and if people looked closer they will be able to see the small bump that was already starting to form on my stomach.

But there was no denying that the dress was stunning, it was both elegant and comfortable. Reagan chose well and the thought that he did all of this with careful consideration made my heart flutter in ways that I wasn't ready to admit, not yet anyway.

Heather carefully wove pearls into my hair before she did it in a very delicate updo that brought out my face. She motioned towards the tray of jewelry that had been carefully picked out silently asking me which one I would wear.

The Lady Of The House