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 crying just won't stop, it doesn't matter what we did or how many food we feed him he just won't stop crying. He cries every night for no reason, waking us all up when we should be sleeping. I've sent for many doctors but they all seem to believe that there was nothing wrong with him. That he was the most healthiest babe they had ever seen so why the hell wouldn't he stop crying?


I stared at Ivana who was busy rocking him in her arms while Heather clapped her hands to sing him lullabies but he still wouldn't stop crying. Groaning, I face palmed myself as I sat down in the chair while Ivar continued to throw a big fits.


"Can someone make him stop crying already?" I asked as I tried to stifle a yawn. "I've got a fucking headache, I do not need anyone to add to this noise again."


Ivana arched a brow up at me, then her eyes narrowed into slits. "Don't tell me you are drunk, again?"


Chapter 173 - Fucking Headache