GLADIUS // Eret X Reader

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Reads 506,177
Votes 31,042
Parts 32
Time 2h 27m

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4
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    Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword.
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    Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. 
    
    He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy."
    
    "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. 
    
    "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.All Rights Reserved

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PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4
    ---
    Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword.
    ---
    Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. 
    
    He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy."
    
    "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. 
    
    "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

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