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 watched as Zara strolled into the prince's chambers like she owned them. There was no hesitation in her step, no flicker of doubt in her eyes; only a bold familiarity, as if she had walked these halls many times before. As if she belonged here.

Zara didn't glance around for permission. She didn't worry about being turned away. And worse, she didn't look like a guest. She looked like a habit.

His expression shifted in an instant. That crooked smile that oh-so smug, oh-so teasing smile vanished the moment he saw Zara. His fingers dropped from Lorraine's hand. The warmth left her skin so fast, it felt like a slap.

Lorraine stared at her empty hand. Her chest ached in the worst kind of way. It was the ache of being reminded, yet again, of where she truly stood.

The Bold Mistress