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 grasped my face in his hand and pushed my head back, deepening the kiss with languid passion that flowed through me like a shock of ice. I gently grabbed his wrist as I raised myself on my tip of my toes so I could kiss him with the same fervor he kissed me with.

His thumbs gently rubbed against my cheeks as he pulled me closer towards him. I moaned into the kiss when he walked me backwards and my back collided against the wall. My arms instinctively held on to him, holding on to the tension beneath.

Reagan shuddered as my nails grazed his back, I felt him shudder which made me realize that he was restraining himself, he was holding himself back for some reason as if he would break me.

But that wasn't what I wanted at all and I made it know in the kiss through the way I shoved him backwards. Reagan stumbled a bit, his hooded eyes gazing down at me as his chest rose up and down rose up and with heavy breaths.

Hear You Scream