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.

For Nikolai to be here, I guess Skornir is now willing to talk! I thought to myself and a silent nod from me was the confirmation he needed. We walked out of the room together and headed straight towards the dungeon. I nodded to the guard to open the dungeon and once inside I headed straight into Skornir's prison.


Inside of it, I met Killian who was shirtless and had he had blood all over his body but it wasn't his. My gaze moved to Skornir who was slumped down in his seat. One of his eyes was already swollen shut. He had several cuts on his body, one particular long one stretched across the side of his face that appeared both deep and red and enraged. His shackled hands showed bloodstains, particularly all over his fingers. Killian really did a number on him!


I stared up at Killian who was busy washing his hands in a bowl nearby, the water in it was no different from the color of blood. That was how bloody his hands was.


Chapter 157 - The Interrogation