Gladiator

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."

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CHAPTER 12 BANQUET 3

"The beginning is connected to an end, the very end is rounded to another new beginning, may this year's moon banquet bring peace and prosperity to your majesty, the great emperor and empress of Ambrose."

A woman dressed in pure white standing at the very end of the banquet gates walked slowly with her attendants at the back following the regal woman of eighteen seasons, her hips swaying in rhythm as her hands were conjoined in a silent greeting, green eyes focused right infront had a potion of seduction deep as if engraved in one's bones.

"Sub commander Lady Nevix, princess of Daxtros Empire." The attendant at the back announced the arrival of the woman with boundless beauty.

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