Chapter Thirty-Eight - Rowanne

Something wasn’t right. The Princess hadn’t been seen for hours and she was concerned. Knowing it was probably breaking all kinds of rules to seek out her fellow gladiator, Rowanne did not hesitate. Flavius had seemed the friendliest of the bunch and appeared to know his way around.

He would tell her it straight, assuming he knew.

What was Queen Clara plotting now? She was no fool. Her days as a combatant were definitely numbered, especially when the concept of fighting to the death was introduced. Rowanne knew she would be lucky to win a bout and may make an unlooked for enemy if she did.

Though it was late, the female gladiator who had once contemplated being employed as a cook, made her way stealthily down the corridor until she found the door with the appropriate symbol. Even the slackwits knew this was a fighter’s domain and to be cautious. Her own was an arrow, while he had opted for an axe.

She knocked only once and not loudly, but everyone said his hearing was excellent.

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