The Price Of Gold by Novy Rich at Inkitt

Story Notes

Orlaith was never the prize.

She was the payment.

Born to bleed gold for the king’s coffers, sold by her father, and locked in a room that reeks of mildew and greed, Orlaith learns that her worth has always been measured in ounces and lies.

Until the mirror speaks.

The shard of glass that once killed a queen now whispers to her in the dark, offering a chance at freedom, and vengeance. But every bargain has its cost, and every curse leaves its scar.

In a world that worships wealth and dresses cruelty in silk, Orlaith must decide what she is willing to sacrifice for her daughter, her freedom, and the truth of her own name.

The Price of Gold is a reimagining of Rumpelstiltskin threaded through myth, blood, and defiance, a tale where women are no longer spun into silence, but into power.

Summary

“My stories are where fairytales fracture and truth bleeds through. They are not about crowns or curses, but the cost of both.” They will tell you this is a tale of gold. That a girl spun straw into fortune. That a king was clever, and the bargain was fair. But they are wrong. The girl did not spin straw. She bled. The king was not clever, he was cruel. And the bargain? It was theft. This is not a story about riches gained. It is about what was taken, and what is reclaimed when the world mistakes a woman’s worth for her use. It is a story of mirrors and mothers, of daughters who refuse to inherit their silence, and of the price exacted when the powerful demand more than a life should give. This is not the story of gold. This is the story of what it cost.

Genre: Fantasy

Author: Novy Rich

Status: Complete

Chapters: 39

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 18+

DEDICATION

DEDICATION

For the ones who kept walking when the world demanded they crawl. For those who learned that survival is not shame, it is sacred.

For the women who stitched their wounds into banners, who learned that softness is not weakness, and that love, chosen freely, is the rarest kind of gold.

For the daughters who became their own mothers. For the mothers who became legends. For every soul who ever refused to stay buried.

You are the gold that cannot be bought. You are the fire that cannot be sold.

This book is for you.

The alchemists of your own becoming.