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.

It took me a while before I found Henry and Edwina's cottage again but I did it. I managed to find it after almost getting lost in the woods. The path looked a bit different, Reagan and I had gotten lost before we eventually found it but somehow the part had gotten darker, quieter, as if the forest could sense what I was about to do. 


The moon hung low above the trees, its pale light illuminating the part ahead and I could see Edwina and Henry's cottage just up ahead. 


I stared down at Ivar in my arms, he was fast asleep but his hands were latched onto my cloak, almost as if he wasn't ready to let me go. 


He had only just gotten me back recently and now I was going to be leaving him again. A sharp ache gnawed at me at the thought that there's a possibility that I might not see him again, see him smile, laugh at me and there's even a possibility that I may not get to hear his first words. 


Chapter 222 - All About Trust