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.

I stared down at Reagan's wrist on my hand, then back up at him. He seems to realize what he must have done because he let me go immediately. He then straightened, staring down at me with something between anger and concern.


"You don't need to be. I'm back here, am I not?"


Reagan's brows furrowed. "Where did you go?"


"Somewhere that isn't here," I reply, turning to look at Heather, who was standing behind Reagan. "What about Ivar?"


"Asleep, my lady," Heather whispers, unable to look at me directly.


I nod anyway. "Good, I will be staying with him tonight."


"What?" Reagan demanded, but I wasn't looking at him.


Heather had a pained look on her face. "Do you perhaps need any help moving_"


"No, I do not require any assistance." I cut her off, my tone sharp.


Chapter 217 - Tell The Truth