The Commander's Regret, No More Kneeling

It was the third winter I spent as Shawn Hall's wife at the military base. He had just conquered the Southern territories and brought back a dozen female captives. The day we were supposed to return to the city was postponed because of them.

Every night, Shawn had these women dressed in revealing clothes and brought to his tent. He forced me to kneel outside in the freezing cold, making me listen to their wild laughter behind the thin fabric. It was a special kind of hell.

"Don't mind her. It'