Chapter 16
Waking up, the sound of guards knocking on each of their doors echoed through the hallway.
“Gladiators, you are to meet our Lord Rostislav in the armory presently. Please dress promptly. Your escorts await.”
Groggily, each of them rose from their bedding. Ripa reached for the armor now seated on the floor before being stopped.
“It will not be needed, sir gladiator.” Meekly, his attendant placed her hand over his as she assisted him in dressing. Okasian by the looks of her, the softness of her touch soothed him. Her legs, similar to his own, were striped from ankle to mid-thigh.
From the slight slip of her sarong, he could tell she was chocolate from there on up, quite the contrast from his flesh’s own grayish-blue hue. It was a pleasing change of pace. He had not been touch
