How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Han Goeun, a noble lady in the Joseon era, lives with expectations heavy on her shoulders. Although it feels like her life isn't completely in her control, would the outcome of those events be the greatest reward yet? The picture for my cover is not mine as I took that from the internet. If you know who's drawing it is, I will gladly credit it in. Thank you, and enjoy reading!

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. "Your spying on me is utterly useless young tulip." Ink eyes opened, resting upon my little frame making me freeze. "What are you thinking? You have got this one chance....run away." He offered his eyes watching my each and every movement like a hawk. "I am a prisoner sire, I have heard stories....tales of how war prisoners are mercilessly butchered if they are caught and I can't afford to die....not yet...I have someone to feed and I will do anything for them." "Anything?" He asked in eerily calm voice. I nodded slowly a lump forming in my throat as my eyes glistened with tears with the scenes of men using my eighteen year body flashed infront of me making me tremble. Water splashed around as he rose to his full height inside the lagoon, his eyes solely focused on me, his feet moving forward, closing our distance altogether. "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." "You are my enemy, my contender, the person I hate with everything....every fibre in my soul." she fumed. "Too bad then... you are the person I love with every cell in my body." *No toxic relationship*