__top__ - Reincarnated In Submission

I cleaned his boots. I carried his wine. I watched him beat his generals and bed his captives. And every night, when he slept, I pressed my small palm to the floor of his tent and felt the Axis pulse beneath the world like a second heartbeat.

Behind us, the Warlord's tent collapsed in flame. Inside it, his body would be found with no wounds, no poison, no explanation—only a look of perfect, terrible peace. reincarnated in submission

She hesitated. Then she sighed, hoisted me onto her hip, and carried me into the firelight. I cleaned his boots