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

Lorraine jerked her wrists free from Lysander's grasp, her hands trembling as she stumbled back. Her mind spun with dread.

Was a blade destined for her neck? Or was a dagger to pierce her back? What was her brother planning?

Her knees buckled, the world blurring into a haze of shadows and lantern light. Fear twisted her stomach, a sharp ache that mirrored the years of rejection she'd endured.

Then, along with the gentle breeze, a soft cooing pierced the tension, like a melody in the night. A maid stepped forward, blocking the light, and Lorraine turned, her breath catching. In the maid's arms was Lysander's son. Her newborn nephew.

Lorraine's heart stuttered as she met the baby's gaze, a fragile hope flickering within her. Lysander smiled gently, lifting the child from the wet nurse with tender care. He stepped toward Lorraine, offering the bundle with a look that begged for trust.

The Rekindled Bond