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12 pages, Audible Audio
First published January 3, 2021
I don't know if the bones in my body are as gold as the rest of me, but for my sake, I hope they are. I hope my spine is gilded, becase I'm going to need a strong backbone if I want to survive.
"I can't wait to see the rest of you. When you let it go, when you finally let that out, your fury is going to light up the spirit you've shadowed." He looks like someone who's won, boasting in superiority. "I hope you burn so bright that you scorch your Golden King down to ash."
"Did you kill them?" I ask through laboured breaths.
He gives me a shrug of his proud, unbothered shoulder. "They were in my way."again!!!
"Sometimes things need first to be ruined in order to then be remade."

“There’s safety in loneliness, but there’s a lurking danger too. One that doesn’t come from anything other than yourself.”
"Are people so content in ignorance that they'll believe every lie fed to them, despite what they right in front of their eyes?"
"I hope you burn so bright that you scorch your Golden King down to ash."
How did I look into his eyes every day and not see that when he looked back, he was devoted to the gleam of my skin rather than the love of my heart? How did I miss the blinding truth that’s been there all along? How did I mistake an owner for a lover?


“Sometimes,” he murmurs, “things need first to be ruined in order to then be remade.”
I’m the captive of Fourth’s army, and there will be no room for fragility.
I was a little fae girl who got ripped from her world. I was sold to flesh traders. I was used as a beggar before I got old enough to be used in other ways. I was hopeless.
In Highbell, people sometimes traveled for weeks just to look at me. Midas would let me stand beside him in the throne room as they gawked. But no matter how long I stood there on the pedestal for them to look, no one really saw me. If they did, they’d know I’m just a girl with jagged rips and pitted holes inside of her, with golden skin hiding a broken heart.
For so long, I’ve swallowed my own tongue. I’ve tamped down every emotion, careful to ride every tide in the hopes that I don’t become submerged.
“If you insist on lying, at least be better at it.” He’s got it wrong there. I am fine, and I’m also excellent at lying. After all, I’ve been lying to myself for years. Pretty lies cover up a lot of ugly truths.
“Yes, how magnanimous of him to lock you behind bars all day and call you his favored whore.”
The muscle in my jaw jumps. “You see nothing.”
“Oh, I do,” he counters, voice low, rough, like two stones clashing together, trying to ignite.
“I can’t wait to see the rest of you. When you let it go, when you finally let that out, your fury is going to light up the spirit you’ve shadowed.” He looks like someone who’s won, boasting in superiority. “I hope you burn so bright that you scorch your Golden King down to ash.”
He shakes his head. “No, Auren. You’re the one that needs to burn. You need to spark to life and fight. Stop letting him dull you, stop letting the whole fucking world trample you,” he shouts, making me flinch from the vehement demand. “If you tried, you could shine brighter than the fucking sun. Instead, you’ve chosen to sit back and wither.”
He rescued me when I was at my lowest, and because of that, I thought staying with him would keep me at my highest. But really, he’s trapped me in place and forced me to accept it all.
He dragged me into a foreign, frozen kingdom.
He married a cold queen who hated me.
He fucked saddles in front of me.
He made me into a spectacle.
He kept me in that cage, day in and day out.
He used me.
How did I look into his eyes every day and not see that when he looked back, he was devoted to the gleam of my skin rather than the love of my heart? How did I miss the blinding truth that’s been there all along? How did I mistake an owner for a lover?
Plotting is what I'm best at. A good thing too, since I lack both of the traits that this world respects: power and a penis.
I kept taking it and taking it, convincing myself that this was the way it needed to be. Lying to myself because I loved him, because he manipulated me. I’ve been bending over backwards for so long that I forgot I even had a spine.