10.3 Levy

As you wait somewhat impatiently for the man to arrive you feel yourself growing unexpectedly nervous. Though you are no stranger to bloodshed, it is not often that you see it done with such indifference. After some time, the man finally approaches, followed closely by two of your guards. His stature is far larger than you had expected, making you question the actual size of his opponent. Blood drips down a rag he's running through his damp, matted locks. When he lowers the item a moment later you're finally able to make out his features. A somewhat bored expression sits on his square, tan face. When his light, hazel colored eyes turn to observe you, a slight shiver runs down your spine.

The muscle's on the man's arm flex as he absentmindedly throws the rag over his shoulder. Your eyes can't help following his movements as you momentarily forget why you're meeting. The man clears his throat brusquely, quickly drawing your attention back to the present. Too startled to blush, you anxiously brush a lock of hair from your face.

"That was an impressive match." You manage to say, hoping your tone doesn't betray how flustered you feel.

The man continues to observe you for a moment before giving a slight nod of acknowledgement. Frowning softly, you **** yourself to continue.

"What is your name gladiator?"

There is no reply as the man's gaze remains locked with your own. Your frown deepens as you look past the man towards your guards questioningly.

"He does not speak." One of the answers in a gruff tone as he prods the back of the man's back with the hilt of his spear. "They call him Ferux cause he is no better than a savage beast."

"I see." You reply dryly, unamused by the guards' mocking tone. "Allow us a moment."

"Empress," The guard rebuttals quickly, taking a step forward. "I do think that is wise."

"It was not a request." You snap curtly, summoning what little authority you can.

To your surprise, the guards begrudgingly comply. Though they do not stray far, you are least granted some privacy with the man. Your frown remains as you question whether or not you should proceed with your original plan. Though the large figure before you has done little upon his arrival you still feel a certain sense of apprehension towards him.

"Ferux," You mumble under your breath as you study the man thoughtfully. "You may be exactly what I am in need of."

The man in question tilts his head to the side slightly. His expression remains rather neutral as he seems to wait for you to explain.

"With elections drawing near I am in need of additional protection." You inform him cautiously before quickly realizing you will need to be more direct. "I would like for you to serve me as my guard."

Ferux's expression quickly changes to that of amusement as he silently shakes his head. Your frown returns as you're met with his rejection. When he turns to leave you feel your irritation return.

"I did not dismiss you." You exclaim softly, not wishing to draw your guards attention.

The man pauses for a moment before slowly turning back to face you. His expression has changed once more, however, not to one you care for. Swallowing nervously, you find yourself frozen in place as he walks over. Though he doesn't speak a word his displeasure of your command is quite obvious. Despite your initial fear, you refuse to back down.

"You can either keep taking orders from this lot" You state bluntly, nodding your head in the direction of the arena. "Or you can join my service."

The man's eyes briefly follow your indication as he seems to think this over. A frown passes over his face before he gives you a final look over. Appearing satisfied, he eventually gives you a curt nod of agreement.