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

"That is for the best, then. Let sleeping dogs lie," Aldric murmured and made to walk away.

But Leroy stepped into his path, blocking him. It was not like Aldric to speak in riddles. And certainly not like him to retreat.

"What is it?" Leroy asked, voice low. "You're hiding something."

Aldric let out a long sigh, casting a quick glance around the corridor. Only Cedric stood behind the prince. No servants, no shadows. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"They call her the Swan Divina. An oracle. A celestial maiden dressed in the brightest white. Her divinations have caught the fascination of the noble ladies in the capital. They speak of her in hushed tones and claim her visions never fail."

Leroy raised an eyebrow. "And the feather?"

Seeds of Doubt