Gild (The Plated Prisoner, #1)

by Raven Kennedy

To the ones who try, but can’t see the stars. Keep looking up.

Poverty is a vicious motivator. I know that all too well.

I don’t know a lot about the inner workings of a king’s mind. I don’t know how their advisors advise them. But I do know this: All men, whether they’re a king or a peasant, covet what they do not have.

We’re all actors; we’re all on pedestals with a spotlight shining on us, playing whatever part we need to in order to make it through the day—in order to help ourselves sleep at night.

You can have all the gold in the world and yet lack everything of real worth.

It’s the arrogance of men, to think so little of women. And it’ll be their downfall too.