Azalea_Belrose

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer, an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general whose face haunted her every nightmare, the man who tore her world apart.

But just as the final strike neared… the world shattered.

She woke in a savage, ancient realm where kings ruled with iron fists and war devoured the innocent. Her body? That of a thirteen-year-old. Her fate? Sold to traffickers, bound for hell by a family member's design.

Big mistake.

They expected a victim. She gave them hell. Every brutal lesson, every violent instinct...she unleashed them all and carved her way to freedom.

In the depths of that strange, dangerous world, she met a reclusive martial arts master, one whose power defied reason, whose teachings broke her and rebuilt her again.

But nothing could prepare her for the revelation that came next:

The man she was born to kill... was here. In this world. And he was her father. By blood. By fate.

The General!

Then, deep in the wilds of Mount Ourea, she saved a dying soldier from the clutches of Hades. But he wasn’t just a soldier. He was a prince, the heir to a kingdom, but deprived of his birthright.  He was wounded on a secret mission to crush the rebels tearing his kingdom apart.

To the prince, she was:
A woman disguised as a man.
A healer who knew the way of the sword.
A mystery wrapped in secrets and shadows.
The most intriguing enigma of his life.

Will she be the weapon they made her—or the legend she was born to become?

Return of the General's Daughter

Queen Helga stood still for a long moment, her eyes fixed on the door through which her son Reuben had just exited. Her jaw clenched and unclenched, and the light from the sconces caught the sharp lines of her face—beauty turned brittle by fury.

Ceres shifted uncomfortably beside her, wringing her hands. The silence pressed down on her like a weight.

"She's dangerous," Queen Helga murmured at last, her voice soft but simmering with menace. "That woman… she cannot become the crown princess. She is more cunning than Reuben."

"She's clever," Ceres said bitterly, voice taut. "Too clever."

"And you let her outmaneuver you."

Ceres flinched, stung. "Mother—"

"You should have planned better. You should have taken into account her instincts. If you're going to play a serpent's game, Ceres, you should be cunning. You can't blink first. You can't afford to be soft or distracted."

More Cunning Than Them