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

The gasps from the crowd confirmed what Lorraine already suspected. Lord Cassian was dead.

Lady Mirabel rushed to the balcony, shrieked his name, and collapsed into the arms of a maid. The once vibrant ballroom was now drowned in panic. Screams cut through whispers, and guests scrambled in every direction like leaves in a storm.

Lorraine stood still, silent among the chaos.

But she could feel the weight of the stares, the whispers curling like smoke in the corners of the hall. People were muttering about the earlier interaction between her and Lord Cassian. About the curse she carried like a stain on her skin. Was it the curse that had brought about his death? Or something more deliberate?

Someone asked the question loud enough that it echoed.

Did she arrange it?

She knew she had to leave. If things turned against her, no one here would protect her. Her father would not. Leroy wouldn't. She was alone.

The White Feather