Gold (The Plated Prisoner, #5)

by Raven Kennedy

So, yes, I was scared to fall. But without falling, I never would have landed. And what a beautiful thing it was to land.

It wraps around my body like threads of the sun. Like bands of steel. Like rays of warmth. Like streams of light. Like…

Queen Kaila went against me—all of the other monarchs did. It’s time I remind her and everyone else exactly why you don’t fuck with me and mine.

“We loyalists call you the Lyäri Ulvêre—the golden one gone. The gilded girl who was lost in the night.”

“We know you, Lady Auren, because we’ve been praying that one day, you would return. We know you, because you are the Turleys’ last-birthed heir.”

“It’s dangerous,” I tell her. “At the very least, we should split up…” She gives me a fierce look. “Enough of that. Are you broken-winged or broken-eared? I already told you, I’m coming.” “You’re stubborn,” I grumble. “And you’re hard of hearing—much too young to have that ailment. You should talk less and listen more.”

“I’m your fucking consequence,” I snarl.

promised her I’d be the villain on her behalf. So that’s what I’ll fucking be.

had with someone, but that isn’t true at all. Grief isn’t based on someone’s length of presence. It’s based on the impact of their absence.

“Some people are in your life for only a moment, like a shooting star. Quick and short, but they light up a part of you for a second, and their brightness lingers even after they’re gone.”

Love happens in all kinds of ways. He was right when he said that. Love does happen in all kinds of ways. But our kind happened like the dawn. The dawn doesn’t question when to appear. It simply does. He walked into my life with the surety of his presence, and from that point on, the night began to wane. I was trapped

“How can we deserve to see the delights if we always close our eyes against the horrors?”