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

Dark woods echoed with the howls of wolves followed by insects trickling, there were voices of thousands of kinds yet the woman who was respectfully escorted inside a fabric tent focused majorly on one of the most calming sounds and waited for the soldiers to either sleep or be completely sure of their safety so they would be careless.


In the fight for the throne, every single person involved was selfish and had their own ulterior motives. Her highness Great Grand Empress Belithia wished to regain her honor while Concubine Leane wished to climb the ladder of imperial power and become a noble consort with Lilith's help.


Aeon was fighting for Artilia and the ministers who had once followed Prince Vzeus were forced to follow Lilith for their own safety. A serene laugh escaped her lips before Lilith discarded her crown carelessly dropping it on the floor.


All were mere chess pieces in her play.


CHAPTER 98