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

Moaning and whimpering of a woman were what could be heard outside the imperial chambers of Prince Baez yet despite the luscious woman serving the prince with her body fragrant and wet with extravagant essential oils the man could not feel pleasure and only felt anger.


"Scram! These useless women....throw her out!"


"What did she say?" The soldier unfazed by the crying woman that was dragged away bowed.


CHAPTER 86