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.

Honestly if I stayed on this ship one more time I was going to get really sick. Do not get me wrong, I was grateful for getting to see the outside world again after being cooped up in that prison for so long but I longed to be back on land. In this place there was no difference than being cooped up, I'm always running into almost everyone. It felt like I had no privacy of my own anymore. Anywhere I turned, there was always someone there. Someone checking on me if I'm okay, someone who wants something, or someone who wants to whine about something on the ship.


It was almost like I couldn't hear myself think. I needed to be able to hear myself think, I needed my own space and I need people to not look at me like I was losing my mind. Ever since Bjorn came into the room to talk, things have gone a little bit different. Reagan wasn't bothering to even hide the way he was looking at me anymore, he now stares at me and each night he asks if I'm okay.


Chapter 204 - Even If They Try