Gladiator

His chest glistened with water droplets dribbling down the glowing bronze skin. Resting, his strong muscular back against the rocks on the lake side, head lulled backwards, onyx eyes closed in utter salvation.

"Azarios" I stiffened, my eyes snapping to his in utter surprise as I heard the name leaving his plump lips.

His identity, the name which echoed throughout the dynasty making every living soul shudder.

Killer

Commander

Beast

He was the commander of Gladiators.

Azarios, the Gladiator of Ambrose.

"You will be the bride of mine."