I closed his eyes.
I moved with the grace I had cultivated over twenty years. I took the crystal decanter. The Geas hummed in my veins, demanding I serve, threatening pain if I faltered. I did not falter. I poured the wine. reincarnated in submission
I tried to resist it. On the eve of my twentieth rebirth-year, I attempted to refuse an order. The taskmaster told me to clean the mud from his boots with my tongue. The old Valerius roared in defiance. I clenched my jaw and stood straight. I closed his eyes
Not mine. Hers.
I learned the true names of the demons they summoned. I learned the stress points in the ley lines that powered their fortress. I learned that the Captain of the Guard was sleeping with the High Sorcerer’s consort. The Geas hummed in my veins, demanding I