Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)

by Raven Kennedy

“My name is Auren Turley, and I am the true Lyäri Ulvêre,” I call out, my voice lashing against the steps, echoing through the entire arena and snatching every single person’s attention. But my eyes find the king’s. “I am not gone, and I do not bow.”

She was always glorious, but here in Annwyn, it’s as if her soul sings, lit up by the sun and gleaming from the inside out. People in Orea either wanted to exploit her or suppress her. But seeing her here, this is where she fits. She deserves to breathe in the air of home, to walk amongst fae who are in awe of her. She deserves to have the land sing just from her presence, and the sun stream down upon her gilded skin. Auren was always too bright for Orea.

Lyäri Nōhcra. No longer the golden one gone, but… The golden one who rules.