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The Betrayal of General Selene”

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General Selene Varkos was the kingdom’s brightest warrior—fearless, brilliant, and the first woman to ever command the Royal Vanguard. She spent her life defending Aerysthal from invaders, rebellions, and threats the palace never even knew existed. Her loyalty was unwavering. Her sacrifices, countless. But the kingdom she bled for did not bleed for her. Upon returning from a victorious campaign, Selene is met not with celebration, but with chains. The monarchy accuses her of treason—blaming her for a massacre she desperately tried to prevent. The royal council demands her execution. And the final blow comes from her own blood: Kael, her ambitious brother, who testifies against her to secure his new place among the king’s inner circle. Betrayed by the palace. Framed by the nobles she once protected. Abandoned by the family she loved. Cast into the dungeons beneath the palace, Selene learns the horrifying truth: the massacre she was blamed for was orchestrated by the monarchy itself, a dark secret they were willing to bury her alive to protect. But they failed to consider one thing— Selene’s spirit does not break. Rescued by loyal soldiers and forgotten allies, she escapes the kingdom that tried to erase her. With no crown to obey and no vow to bind her, Selene begins to forge a new path: one fueled by justice, truth, and a rising fire only betrayal can ignite. The kingdom believes she is gone. The palace thinks the threat is dead. But General Selene is coming back— not as their weapon, not as their shield, but as the reckoning they never saw coming.
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