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

Sir Aldric stood silently as Sylvia stepped closer to the door without a word, her fingers twitching at her sides. She needed to be ready. If Lorraine so much as whispered her name, she had to be there.

Cedric intercepted Zara before she could cause trouble, gently pulling her aside while the others ignored her entirely.

"She's in there," he whispered, his voice tight.

Zara tilted her head, golden earrings catching the light. "Didn't you tell me the wife doesn't sleep in the husband's chambers here?"

Aldric turned and shot Cedric a sharp glare.

Cedric cleared his throat and quickly muttered something to Zara. "Quiet. Not here."

But she wasn't done. Zara leaned in, still murmuring—curious, sly, smug.

Sylvia turned just enough to glare at her, eyes sharp as blades, before returning her attention to the door. Her stomach twisted.

The Wife, the Mistress, and the Bed