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

Standing before her, clad in a sleek velvet coat and an even sleeker smile, was none other than Prince Damian.

What in the seven burning heavens was he doing here?

"This red will suit you better," he said smoothly, his hazel eyes glittering like secrets under sunlight. He plucked the bolt of crimson silk from the rack, letting it unfurl like a river of blood between his fingers. "It brings out your eyes. Look."

Before she could object or make a quick exit, he had already draped the fabric across her shoulders and was gently steering her toward the mirror. The reflection that greeted her was… stunning.

Knock me with a feather, she thought. He's right.

Where Leroy had chosen pastels that made her look innocent, dainty, and vaguely royal-adjacent. But this blood-red color? It made her look powerful. Dangerous. Like herself.

The Prince With Secrets