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

Empress mother Feyore felt unfathomable in her heart, the sun's absence made the imperial palace of Ambrose look like an iron cage that a bird was locked in and was rigorously flapping its wings to retreat unscathed. Her daughter Quare had gone to Gaerin for the peace treaty and marriage, then why did she felt such misery as if a storm was brewing, bats howling and vultures surrounding the magnificent palace of Ambrose made it seem like a palace of demons.


"Your majesty, General Azarios has asked for an attendance with his majesty the emperor and was heading to the sun pavilion-" Before those words could be completely said to convey the message, screams of horror and rage echoed throughout the imperial palace making Empress mother Feyore lose her balance somewhat and freeze. Those noises had enough capability to pierce her heart and a few years ago some similar kind of mourning cries have resonated throughout the royal hallways.


CHAPTER 93