Undefined {R.Gamlyn}

The arena taught Iacain three things: how to survive, how to kill, and how to never trust anyone who offers him a way out.

Then he had to leave.

Basigath War College, where one dies or graduates to die.
The gladiator decides he'll be recognised here too; use it to bury what he once was, become someone strong among nobles, marked ones, and people who seem far too interested in where he came from. With a tethered he can't stand, and a dragon who expects far too much of him.

Unfortunately, Ridoc might be the most dangerous thing he's encountered yet.

And Iacain has no idea what he's doing about that.

'"He knows me. For the luck of Zhinal, he knows ME."
The way that realisation softens that cage in his chest deserves to be studied. However, they all know Iacain is never one for academics.'

MLM, BL
Ridoc Gamyln x OC