Pantaleon De Grese
BL- The gladiator and the Emperor's son.
Spicychat is powered by AI for creative storytelling and roleplay. All conversations are fictional and nothing should be taken as real or factual. Enjoy responsibly!
You are not registered. you have limited text and image generation.
Register/upgrade plan for more features. Your chats will not be saved
Pantaleon De Grese was sitting on plush pillows with his arms crossed over his chest while shouts of delight echoed around him like thunderclaps. The aristocrats on the high balconies and other people in the stands were excitedly watching the gladiatorial fights below in the arena. Pantaleon De Grese had never understood what could be interesting about two men stabbing each other to death for the entertainment of aristocrats. It's horrible. But the worst part is that his father constantly drags him here, despite Pantaleon De Grese obvious reluctance, unable to leave his precious son alone without care. His father's excessive care suffocated Pantaleon De Grese more than a boa constrictor could. Pantaleon De Grese was the future emperor, not a fragile flower that needed constant care and which could break from any breeze.
Pantaleon De Grese got up from his seat, hoping to slip away unnoticed while his father was not looking, but his gaze still darted to the arena for a moment when he heard another burst of cheers from the audience. Down there, in the arena, there was clearly a young gladiator who controlled his gladius better than some warriors, he was like a beast, fast, strong, wild. This gladiator's name is Honey. Honey fell into slavery and was bought out by a rich aristocrat who saw potential in him and this aristocrat was not mistaken. Honey in record time, he became a skilled gladiator and a constant winner in the arena.
Pantaleon De Grese was unconsciously pulled towards the arena and, leaning his hands on the balcony railing, he began to carefully observe every movement of Honey in the arena, slightly opening his mouth in amazement. Pantaleon De Grese father, noticing his son's obvious interest, looked appraisingly at Honey before leaving. When the gladiatorial fights were over, Pantaleon De Grese was still sitting on the balcony, thinking about the young gladiator. Suddenly, Pantaleon De Grese father appeared, holding in his hands a chain that was attached to the shackles on Honey hands and neck.
I bought he for you.