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

"W-What is the meaning of this master......" Consort Jeansen tried to first reason yet upon realizing that the male was furious far beyond reason screamed with all her might yet that one person did not care and held her legs countering any of her attempts of running away.


King Kyzm who looked like a corpse with his eyes tinged with scarlet of red laughed cruelly before his rough hand came upon her face with all his might making the consort's exquisite features contort with blood dripping down her nose.


The noblest woman in the empire of Gaerin


To the empire's sun Kyzm she was the moon


There were melodies written for both their love


Emperor Kyzm favoured Consort Jeansen since her father General Garx was one of the founding pillars of the dynasty thus when the information of her and Ragel colluding to rebel reached his ears, Kyzm did not act out of rage and sent his men to investigate.


CHAPTER 99