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

The imperial palace of Gaerin looked magnanimous and everlasting to the outside world yet the people living within the walls realized that this time was crucial thus walking on eggshells. Emperor Fleunix had fallen into a state where neither the imperial concubines nor the princes had much doubt that he would die sooner or later.


The consorts who had fought hard within themselves for their entire lifetime had a deep realization that in case if Crown Prince Kyzm sat on the throne because of Empress Daphne's power they must not resist and leave the palace silently, also asking their respective families to withdraw their influence. Winds damage the flourishing trees first, the ones holding most power were also the ones that will be targeted first and uprooted.


CHAPTER 58