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

She had seen so much cruelty that care and affection did not touched her, have been abused to the extent where even an ounce of kindness was a virtue.


To become a goddess for people she had walked through the lowest of the paths and the dirtiest of the roads, so when she cried in her sleep, nightmares plaguing her Azarios felt his heart breaking. So beautiful she was, her heart and soul made of pure gold but she went through such torment everyday yet did not informed him.


So when the ice cold empress looked at him with those hopeful and longing eyes Azarios could not help pull her close and to his surprise the woman snuggled into his hold, burying her face in his chest.


"Husband Lord, how do you know about that?"


CHAPTER 34