Reincarnated In Submission Exclusive -

His eyes narrowed. Suspicion. But also hunger. He had conquered a hundred clans, and every chieftain had begged, fought, or fled. None had simply… knelt.

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

And I began to wonder if submission—true submission, freely given—might finally be my way out, instead of my cage. 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. His eyes narrowed