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

Since Lilith is not in the palace, Artilia is pretending to be Lilith for now.


Seated in the courtyard of tranquility, the woman looked up to the stars and wondered what it felt to go away from the complicated life of the imperial palace and throne, away from her father Prime Minister Artim, and way beyond all chaos and pain.


At that moment an anguished prayer left her mouth as if mourning but the one who listened it was not the goddess but the evil that prevailed.


"Semeara....my lovely niece!" Artilia felt her heart jumping erratically when she heard the most dreaded voice of that wretched Prince Ragel and stood up from her seating position in hurry."


"This princess greets imperial uncle." Ragel nodded before taking a seat infront of his niece and smiling.


CHAPTER 88