Reincarnated In Submission Guide

I knelt before his chair, hands folded, head bowed. "I know only submission, my lord."

I closed his eyes.

But somewhere deep, where the Axis turned in its sleep, something shifted. reincarnated in submission

It sounded like a paradox. It felt like a trap. I knelt before his chair, hands folded, head bowed

A silhouette filled the frame—broad, armored, crowned with horns of twisted iron. The Warlord of the Broken Steppes. He had raided this village an hour ago. My new family lay dead upstairs. He had kept me alive because I had not screamed. I knelt before his chair