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.

There was nothing but ashes and smoke. I watched a building that was supposed to be great reduced to nothing but rumbles along with pile of dead bodies, both women and men. The smell of burnt flesh mixed with the smell of blood which made me feel sick to my stomach, but what made it even worse was the fact that the corpses were unrecognizable. There was more corpses of female than that of men and the fact that any of them could be someone I know made me want to look for somewhere to vomit.


"My lord, I don't think she is here!" One of the men who I had sent to go and search for people of our own came back to give me a report.


His tone carried a note of nervousness as he should. I turned around to glare at him in response, "You need to go back and look again."


The soldier looked like he wanted to say something else but he decided against it. "Alright, I'll look at again my lord." He said instead before he disappeared back on the inside.


Chapter 167 - Hanging On By A Single Thread