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The Crimson Script: Revenge of the Indomitable Marianne

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"In my first life, I was his sword. In this life, I am his executioner." Marianne Freil was the "Indomitable Lioness" of Aethelgard, a legendary commander who gave her heart—and her life—to Prince Alaric. Her reward? A blade in her back on a field of ash. But as she lay dying, it wasn't her lover who wept. It was her sworn enemy, Prince Gerald of Dwelfinth, who traded his soul to the Book of Fate to find her in the next life. Now, Marianne has woken up sixteen again. She is back in the slums, frail and forgotten, but armed with the memories of a fallen General. The "script" of history is bleeding. Years before their first meeting, she finds a young, wounded Gerald washed up on a riverbank. This time, she won't pick up a sword for a crown of gold. She will dismantle Alaric’s empire from the shadows to save the man who died for her. The Lioness has returned. And she’s hunting the King
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