Golda

"She was supposed to be silent. She chose chaos instead."
Lorraine was the abused daughter of the Grand Duke of Vaeloria—mute, deaf, and dismissed. Overshadowed by her perfect half-sister, Elyse, even the hostage prince she once saved mistook Elyse for his savior… and fell in love with the wrong girl.
But fate bound Lorraine to that same prince. 
Married young to Leroy Regis, the war-born Crown Prince of Kaltharion, Lorraine was nothing more than a pawn in a peace treaty. He never touched her. Never spoke to her. Never knew she could hear every word and speak, just not aloud.
For ten years, she waited for the husband who called her “useless” and “a mistake”.
In secret, Lorraine became his silent guardian: protecting his life, building his power, shielding his name. She gave everything. And when he returned from war after five years, she waited on the balcony, hoping he’d finally see her.
But he broke her heart. He came home with another woman by his side. His mistress, bold and beautiful, was a mirror of Elyse. And he rode right past his wife… without looking back. As if she meant nothing.
Now, the Silent Crown stays silent, but she would not be still. She's not powerless anymore. She's gained power on her own, walking in the shadows.
If love couldn’t move him, perhaps she shouldn't remain. If her devotion meant nothing, then it’s time he learns what his “mistake” is truly capable of.
She will break his heart…
She will leave…
But not before setting the palace ablaze,  and letting the ashes speak for her.

Silent Crown: The Masked Prince's Bride

A soundless scoff slipped from Lorraine's lips as she watched her husband, the ever-chivalrous knight, shield his first love with a devotion that pierced her heart.

Her icy-blue eyes blazed with a fury that could rival a storm, and with a sharp, desperate tug, she tore her hand from his grasp. Leroy's fingers tightened, resisting, as though losing her would unravel him. But she yanked harder, her shoulder screaming with the effort, until he relented.

His hand fell away, and beneath his golden mask, his expression remained an enigma, a silent fortress she couldn't breach. Lorraine's gaze darted to Elyse, who sauntered forward, her lips curling into a triumphant smile. She knew Elyse would revel in this victory.

After all, she had him… Leroy, a towering mountain of support. The same man who had stood by while Lord Cassian's lecherous hands roamed Lorraine's body now guarded Elyse as if she were fragile porcelain.

A Widow's Desperation