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 some strange reason, the air felt colder. Almost as if it could feel the anticipation of the presence that dwelled within this walls. The torch on the walls flickered as I walked past, heading towards the dungeon. Nikolai and Killian walked next to me, their expression stern as we headed towards the darkest part on the dungeon where we kept the most notorious of our prisoners that have been captured over the years, the ones whose names alone and their backgrounds would make even the bravest of warriors shiver.


The atmosphere was thick and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of our footsteps and the occasional drip of water from the stones above. As we got closer towards the final cell, I could feel the shift in the air, it wasn't just cold anymore. Now, it felt alive.


Nikolai stepped forward and peeked through the small entrance of the iron door. His jaw clenched as he turned to look at us, "Looks like he's awake."


Chapter 153 - He Had It Coming