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

'Who are you?'' Lilith stiffened when instead of getting up and leaving angrily Azarios looked in her eyes trying to see her whole soul in the cocoa canvas.


She was in turmoil, wasn't the dynasty of King Alexander a worshipper of patriarch hierchy, it was considered a sin for a wife to ask her husband not to take more women into his household, it was a grave mistake and whosoever woman dared to hold her husband back as such was considered unvirtuous and vile and were immediately put under harsh rules to teach them proper etiquettes.


Even her homeland Gaerin wasn't devoid of all these practices, although the wives were allowed to speak their mind and control the households of their husbands but the law did not stopped either of the couple from having affairs outside marriage.


CHAPTER 7 WEDDING NIGHT