Reincarnated In Submission [portable] -

Not the gentle chill of a winter morning, but the deep, unyielding cold of a forgotten tomb. Stone pressed against my cheek. Dust filled my lungs with every shallow breath. And above me, through a crack in the darkness, a single sliver of silver light.

The first thing I remembered was the cold. reincarnated in submission

I closed his eyes.

You know what comes next, Seris's memory whispered. Not the gentle chill of a winter morning,

Then I stood, brushed the dust from my small dress, and walked out of the tent into the chaos of the rebel camp. Men were looting, burning, howling for the Warlord's head. None of them looked twice at a quiet child. And above me, through a crack in the

But one woman did. A captain with a scarred face and sharp, tired eyes. She caught my arm as I passed.