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."

Gladiator

Note: This book is a historical piece, I as an author tend to forget various advances made in the book myself thus it is possible for you to be confused at places, once I finish this book I will do a proofreading to see for any plot holes.


"No, you are doing terrible....sweet tulip are you trying to catch the fish or scare them away?"


"How can the lord say that, this one is trying my best." The exquisite female holding a small fishing rod tried to reason with Azarios yet the man could only turn his head away to hide his laughter.


A wooden bowl partially filled with fresh water from lagoon was placed in between the General and the General lady, the woman failed to catch a single fish despite being seated in the arena filled with the huge koi fishes which had golden tangerine fins accompanied by Pink Perch and a variety of other edible ones.


CHAPTER 39