King Malakai Frost hasn’t spoken a single word in five years. Not to his generals, his council, anyone at all.Everyone at Frostmere court has a theory — grief, madness, a curse. Nobody knows the truth except the King, and he isn’t telling.I’m brought to his court for one reason: I read hands, not just words. My grandfather raised me signing before I could speak, and Frostmere’s advisors are desperate enough to take a healer’s granddaughter over a trained diplomat.I wasn’t prepared for what it would feel like to be the only person he’d let close enough to understand him.I wasn’t prepared to learn why he stopped speaking — that his voice was never just a voice. That five years ago, one command spoken in panic killed the person he loved most.Now Frostmere is under siege, and only the King’s Voice can save it.He has exactly one reason left to break five years of silence. I’m terrified it’s me.