Gladiator✔️

Wedding

Rewriten... because previous one got deleted😭😭😭

"For every flower that burns in the shade of evil, a bud is born with chaos as its closed petals and darkness as its stem, the very root of the beauty is poison Azarios, tell me...are you willing?"

Lilith asked the same question Azarios had asked her some moments ago, the beast smiled in bliss, she hated the idea of entering Ambrose, the very cause of the destruction and devastation of her lands in Gaerin and if he took her in, there were chances that the journey would not be smooth, it wasn't a far fetched idea that she might rebel too but he would take his chances.

"Willing, but remember little demon, once you agreed there is no going back. If you betrayed me, I will tear out the skies and sea, every single possible place that exists to find you and once I do that Gaerin will pay for your deeds." He said not to betray himself, never uttering a word about his nation, Azarios did not cared about Ambrose and couldn't care less about making her loyal to the regime of King Alexander.

Lilith smiled much to the dismay of Herodoctus who watched her from shadows.

"The servant is willing my lord, I hope you keep up the end of your agreement. This maiden is not very good with music and dance but slitting throats while people are asleep is a small skill that I learned all those years ago, hope that's doesn't comes handy someday."

"If I needed a consort to dance and sing, I would have chosen some princess, not a mysterious enemy who owns a prideful Asiatic Lion.....but now that you have warned this general, one is going to bind you to the bed while sleeping."

A ferocious roar resonated throughout the campsite. The inky lion seemed to understand Azarios' words, the core intentions and it did more damage than good.

"Accepted."

HERODOCTUS--

Pronunciation: Harow-doc-tus

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A war prisoner was bestowed with a golden seal of Generals order, a power to command and rule as she wished. Her cocoa hair like the spider silk from the depths of the Northwestern mountains was brushed softly making it glimmer in the soft rays that seeped inside the tent.

Black kohl brushed the rims of her honey glazed irises making them appear seductive, a serenity present in the moment with a beauty so devastating that it could ruin cities and bring war to ones homeland if looked a moment too long to last an eternity.

The ladies in waiting given to the mistress to be, gushed about the magnificence of Lilith. With grace and softness of skin that seeped ones bones and a voice blessed by the song of the ripple waterfalls of the Western valleys she defined the rumors which not did enough justice to her name.