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

Elyse's heart skipped a beat, fear clawing at her chest. Had she gone too far? Any husband would burn with shame at the thought of a wife cheating while he fought on blood-soaked battlefields.

She pressed her back against the cold stone wall, its chill seeping through her gown, steadying her shaking hands. Moments passed like eternity as Elyse's heart raced.

Finally, Leroy turned, his golden mask catching the moonlight, and walked silently toward the ballroom.

Elyse's knees gave out. He said nothing and did nothing, but she could only breathe after he left. She slid down the wall, her silk skirts crumpling around her. For a heartbeat, she'd felt like a dead woman, his quiet steps more chilling than any roar.

The fear faded fast. Of course, he wouldn't hurt me. A small, sharp smile curved her lips.

The Sudden Pull