Reincarnated In Submission | ((hot))

"You are not the servant," he whispered. "You never were."

You know what comes next, Seris's memory whispered.

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

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

"You," he said, voice like grinding stone. "The augurs said I would find a child who does not weep." "You are not the servant," he whispered

"I do not weep, my lord. I yield."

"I have no one," I said. And this time, I did not have to fake the tremor in my voice. "Please. Let me follow you." "You are not the servant

"Whose child are you?"