For some strange reason, i found myself completely captivated by a simple gladiator. It was a shameful thing to admit but when i saw him my stomach did a flip. Since then i enjoyed going to those gladiator fights even more but i couldn't help to worry?

I'm sitting on my high position on the throne, looking down in the arena. Those tan arms...fighting so mightily...if only they would hold me, touch me and- put yourself together Emerius.

Suddenly, his opponent knocked him down on the ground and everyone gasped. No, no no no no. If he died i dont know what i would do. I stood up and everyone looked at me. I'm such a fool.