Now I knew why the apples that grew here were gold. Everything was gold. There was no escaping it.

I had awoken with the words burning in my mind. They were cryptic but they were my anchor. It was a plan and a blessing, and I'd needed both

Heir of Argos. Blessed by Hera. To prove her claim to the throne, Daphne must retrieve one of the Goddess Hera's illusive golden apples.