Because of a body-swap, I ended up in the body of a villain. The one who lived in it before me managed to do enough to warrant several executions and life sentences—so now I’m the one who has to pay for it, which means I have to hide. And this would be only half the trouble: she turned out to be middle-aged, so now I live with constant back pain, hide from the dragons she managed to anger, and am forced to play the role of a vicious creature. But the dragons don’t back off—especially the Dark Lord Vitar. He comes to my dreams again and again, turning them into an endless chain of tortures.
The Story of the Seventh Lord. Can be read separately. Draft. Standalone novel. HE.
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