Thread: ____Pandora's Prize_____(OctopusPrince x Xinavee)

Words did not have to be spoken for Arwen to feel the thick turmoil swirling under the surface. Samir was not the only one unsettled by the decision, and although Arwen knew it was the right thing to do, as soon as it was out of his mouth he had wanted to take it back, but Arwen also wanted to ignore the commands, and in fact, head back to his home lands but none of that would happen. Slowly he pulled on the chain mail war skirt, the bright red leather and metal straps formed arrows down along his thighs until ending just above the knee. Sandals were laced up along his calf and tied tightly near his knee before he added the bright red pauldron and golden rerebrace. There was no breast plate. Silently, Arwen turned his gaze to Samir, wanting to comfort him, or saysomething, but no words would form, as he noted the down cast eyes and still line of Samirs lips. Sighing, Arwen opened the door and, motioning for Samir to follow. Had the mood not been spoiled, the day would have been pleasant for walking. The sky was blue and a breeze shifted wisps of clouds inward from the sea. Arwen was accompanied by four guards, two of which he recognized having been in his house earlier that day. They seemed nervous to have Arwen behind them. Their hands never left the pommel of there their swords, even though Arwen had none at his belt. Others upon the street stopped what they were doing to step out of the way, pointing towards the small group. Many of them had been in the Colosseum for the fight, and most recalled the slaughter, and that this must have been the victor, though most had not been near enough to recall Arwens face. Samir did not go unnoticed and soon rumors abound of the foreign gladiator and his exotic slave. Perhaps he hadnt been a prisoner after all. Arwen didnt waste this forced outing however, despite his ill spirits. His face remained forward, watching the guard and their path, but from the corner of his eye he kept watch on how many guards were patrolling the streets. The gates, the shops, the horses and carts that lined the streets heading towards the palace. The palace itself was regal, but not immense. Arwen had seen larger kingdoms fall to his legion, but that was before. A fountain greeted them as they passed the palace gates and then were lead into a large parlor. Here lords and ladies lounged on sofas and chaise chairs while slaves served or danced, or flirted with guests. Arwen felt his place immediately by his wardrobe, but also in the way the two other gladiators within the room were talked of. Not ignored like the guards, they were poked at, or joked with as though they were side show acts. The larger of the two was a Hispanial, large and boastful, he arm wrestled the lords and flirted shamelessly with the ladies as he drank copious goblets of wine. The other appeared as Roman as they came and eyed Arwen with malice before mingling with the more prominent lords, including Eros. Pulling Samir aside, Arwen, let his hands move over his shoulders, not looking him in his eyes as sighed, There are many Lords and Ladies here Samir, already they look over you with hunger in their eyes. Arwens long finger brushed up and tugged upon one of the dark strands of hair framing Samirs face, letting his fingers glide over the silken length with longing. There will be one suitable house among them. Arwens hand lightly encircled Samirs neck before his thumb lifted to brush lightly over his chin and lower lip. You can tell me if- Does he dance gladiator? Does he eat fire? Dont isolate over here by yourselves, mingle, let your proprietors know they have invested well. Eros said as he eyed Samir with a lusty glint to his eye before turning back to Arwen. I believe they are all eager to meet the man who cleared out the prison cells.