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

"I told you once," Arvand whispered, "Secrets don't rot. They breathe."

A soft, choked noise left the dowager's lips.

Her knees buckled before she could stop herself, sinking onto the cold marble beneath the tree. Her hand clutched her chest, face twisting, not in pain, but in fear. Real, raw fear.

Her tears shimmered under the pale moonlight as she looked up at him, her voice trembling.

"You swore you'd never use it against me."

"And I kept that promise," he replied, his voice like ice cracking under pressure. "But you've clearly forgotten who taught you how to survive this court."

He leaned in just enough for his next words to slice like a whispered threat.

"Fix everything before the King of Kaltharion arrives. I am not going down—not for you, not for anyone."

Then he turned, his cloak catching the wind, a dark silhouette retreating into the cold night.

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