To the day he died, Dael wouldn't remember what happened next. All he remembered was bringing his gladius up to block, and then he was standing on a damp patch of sand, blood dripping from his blade while the crowd drowned him with its damning approval. A man, purple-robed, stood on a stone balcony and looked down at him, pleased.
"What's your name, boy?"
"Whatever you want it to be," Dael said. His real name belonged to Flavia - and himself.
Darius stepped out of the shadows, past the guards who'd stopped the other men from fleeing. "Excellency, this is...The Adder."
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