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 gasped, instinctively stepping back as a glint of metal caught the edge of her vision. Her heart surged violently, pounding against her ribs like it was trying to escape. She spun around, dread pooling in her stomach, only to find the source of the shimmer emerging from the tall grass.

Her husband stood there, bathed in lantern light. The ceremonial sword at his waist glimmered, its polished surface catching every flicker of flame. His fingers rested on the hilt as though prepared to draw it, as though he expected to face an invisible army at any moment.

Behind the mask that veiled the upper half of his face, his eyes were two fathomless voids. His sharp jaw cast a stark shadow along his neck, severe and strong.

Tangled Hearts