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 sharpness in Leroy's tone made Cedric stand straighter. "I followed the man you pointed out. He said he'd investigate further. But if you can give me more details like his height, eye color, anything at all, it would help."

He cannot find a hooded figure without any description.

Leroy didn't respond right away. His gaze had drifted to the open window again, and Cedric could almost see the thoughts swirling behind those green eyes.

"Aldric would've…" Leroy's words trailed off.

Cedric flinched. That stung. So, Sir Al would have done a better job? Then why didn't he ask Sir Al?

Cedric's young blood boiled, but he didn't let it show. "I'll do my best, Your Highness," he said with a bow. Could it be that the prince is not trusting Sir Aldric anymore?

"And…" Leroy began again, but this time he waved his hand and left it unfinished.

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