Kaelen's POV
I took a step forward towards the general. “Would you take my advice?” I asked, my eyes locked on his unwavering gaze.
A soldier scoffed. “Who do you think you are? A commander? Or an Iron General?” he mocked.
“My father was one,” I said, and they all laughed.
“What will you say next? That you're General Six?” another soldier said.
General Six — a name I had almost long forgotten.
Ten generals went into battle. We were trained together and knew how best to tackle our enemies with I, the only female. But we dropped one after another. Out of the ten, only two remain, General Six and Eight.
I didn't die, but I'll say I failed.
I ran off from my duty post. Embraced the call for love and submission, but I got nothing but betrayal and resentment from it.
I wanted to admit
