My Gladiator

This is a short story of a princess and an enslaved prince she unknowingly purchases in the marketplace. She informs him that of course she will send him home, but only after he has competed in The Gladiator Games. He agrees but only if he receives one with for every game he wins.

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"What do you desire?"

"Freedom," he said honestly, and I nearly choked on my wine, "but as I know that is less than possible, I desire one wish to be granted for every game I win."

I looked at him and gave him a once over, taking my time to study him again. This was the first time I looked at his face. His skin was tanned, likely from long days in the field. He had pitch black curls that was now clean and unmangled but still damp, they fell down below his shoulders that were round and hard as boulders. He had a beard, bushy and thick that did little to hide his strong jaw. His nose was a smooth slope. His brows were as dark and full as the rest of his hair. His lips were chapped, likely from lack of water on the slave ships. His eyes were a bright silver that seemed to pierce through any guise.

"Consider it done," I cooed, mostly because I was curious as to what a man like him could want other than freedom or women, "Whatever you ask shall be given to the best of my power."

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