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.

My chest continued to beat faster as I kicked the door of the armory open, startling everyone that was inside.


"Get prepared for battle now, go wake up the rest of the guards and tell them to start preparing!" I yelled at them.


My soldiers were smart enough not to question me, instead they stood up and scrambled away to go and do as I asked. I quickly found the weapon racks where I grabbed my sword and set it sharply on the table. I reached for my vest and wore it, I strapped some daggers inside of it. Then I reached for my twin swords and strapped the belt to my back.


I was about to reach for some bows and arrows when Killian and Nikolai burst inside the armory looking at me with a look of confusion on their faces. Killian seemed to get himself back together again because he was now putting on a shirt and the buttons seemed to be buttoned up wrongly from rushing. But there was a look of fear on his face.


Chapter 158 - Never Underestimate An Evil Bastard