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.

The windows slammed against each other as the breeze howled outside. Snow fell in thick waves blanketing the whole world in a heavy silence that contradicted the nature of the storm. The fire in the fireplace struggled to stay lit but was failing against the cold air which seeped through the windows. The fire burned faintly, still trying to alive just like I was while the storm continued to rage on turning the sky grey as though it mourned my Dahlia.


I sat down on her bed wrapped in the duvet she used to cover herself on evenings when it got cold. There was still her scent on it and I held on to it tightly, it became my life support as I held onto it as if it would help to bring back the love of my life who was taken away from me so wrongly.


Chapter 169 - Sort It Out