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.

Celeste stood in front of me dressed in nothing but a purple flimsy night dress. Her hair was flowing down in loose curls that flowed down her back. The candle light illuminated on her soft skin with an inviting warmth which moved gracefully along her shoulders down to her collarbone. She was a seductive temptation that manifested in front of in me, possessing all elements of beauty but I have no desire for her, because she wasn't her and she never will be.


"My lord?" Celeste called and I closed my eyes at the way her tone was sultry.


I swear I was going to be killing someone today, because what part of I want to be alone do they not understand?


"Look, whatever it is you have to say, it better be something good." I said as I walked towards the wardrobe and yanked a shirt out, "You've got five seconds to tell me just exactly what it is you want." I said putting on the shirt before turning to look at Celeste.


Chapter 156 - Rainstorm And Thoughts