{"id":260605,"date":"2026-07-13T17:45:33","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:45:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/forbidden-to-the-gladiator-greta-gilbert\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:45:33","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:45:33","slug":"forbidden-to-the-gladiator-greta-gilbert","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/forbidden-to-the-gladiator-greta-gilbert\/","title":{"rendered":"Forbidden To The Gladiator – Greta Gilbert"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u2018Do you know what is worse than being violated by a twisted man?\u2019 Arria asked bitterly. \u2018Knowing that your friend is enduring such a fate and there is nothing you can do about it.\u2019 \u2018She is stronger than you know,\u2019 Grandmother whispered, hearing Arria\u2019s sobs. \u2018It should have been me,\u2019 Arria sputtered. \u2018Do not weep for her.\u2019 \u2018I will weep for my mother, then.\u2019 \u2018More wasted tears! Mothers are the strongest people there are.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018She is heavy with child, yet she starves.\u2019 \u2018Hush now. Remember your pigeon.\u2019 Arria shook her head. \u2018My mother says that hope resides in the next world. And eternal salvation, too. I fear she will be there soon.\u2019 \u2018She follows the way of Jesus?\u2019 Arria wiped her tears. \u2018She says we must endure suffering with grace, just as Jesus did on the cross.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Well, I would not go that far.\u2019 \u2018But is that not what you do\u2014what we all do here?\u2019 \u2018Do you think that is what I do? Endure suffering?\u2019 There was a long pause, then an ancient harrumph. Arria felt a wooden object being pressed into her palm. \u2018Be careful not to touch the tines,\u2019 Grandmother whispered. \u2018They are very sharp.\u2019 Arria slid her fingers gently along a long flat surface that forked into two arched curves.<\/p>\n

She touched her finger against the tip of one of the curves. \u2018Ouch!\u2019 \u2018Did I not warn you, dear?\u2019 \u2018How did you forge such an object?\u2019 Arria asked. She had seen the guards gather the women\u2019s knives and scissors at the end of each day and count them carefully. \u2018During the day, when I see the guards are not looking, I use my carving tool.\u2019 \u2018But the guards are always looking.\u2019 \u2018I admit that it has taken some time to carve.<\/p>\n

Fortunately, time is something I have much of.\u2019 \u2018How much time?\u2019 \u2018About ten years.\u2019 Arria could not believe what she was hearing. Ten years? The carving must have amounted to a single pass of the knife each day. \u2018You have the patience of Penelope,\u2019 whispered Arria. \u2018And the breasts of Kybele,\u2019 added Grandmother. Arria stifled a giggle, then realised what Grandmother was trying to say. \u2018That is where you hide it? Beneath your breasts?\u2019 \u2018Clever girl,\u2019 said Grandmother. \u2018I think you are much cleverer than I.\u2019<\/p>\n

Grandmother gently took the weapon from Arria\u2019s palm. \u2018There are many things one may choose to do with suffering. Enduring it is just one of those things.\u2019 \u2018The son of my mother\u2019s god endured great suffering.<\/p>\n

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He\u2019ll fight to the death She\u2019ll fight to save him! When her father wagers her hard-earned money on a gladiator battle\u2014and loses!\u2014Arria is forced into slavery, just as trapped as the gladiator she blames for her downfall, rugged Cal. She\u2019s furious, yet also captivated by their burning attraction. Cal\u2019s past has made him determined to die in combat, but can Arria give her forbidden warrior something to live for…and a reason to fight for their freedom?<\/p>\n

\u201cThe engaging characters, impossible situation, and the power exchange between master and slave will have readers up past their bedtime.\u201d \u2014RT Book Reviews on In Thrall to the Enemy Commander \u201cSinging with atmosphere and with scholarship, In Thrall to the Enemy Commander gives us an enigmatic heroine who fascinates at every turn, and immerses us fully in a world long-gone, but wonderfully-conjured.\u201d \u2014Romantic Intentions Quarterly on In Thrall to the Enemy Commander OceanofPDF.com Arria pursed her lips, and Cal sensed her holding back tears.<\/p>\n

If there had been any doubt in his mind that she had been sold into servitude, it was washed away by the small tear he watched leak from her eye and trace a path down her cheek. Without thinking, he pressed his finger to her cheek and caught it. She blinked. Stared up at him. His stomach tightened. He realized that he wanted to kiss her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere,\u201d she said suddenly, stepping backward, and her deep blush told him that she had felt it, too. Whatever it had been. Lust, he told himself. Simple, physical lust, born of the fact that he had not enjoyed a woman\u2019s company in many, many months. But that would be remedied\u2014and very soon. He was glad she had stepped away. If she had not, he might have taken one of those small, coiling curls of hair and wrapped it around his finger. He might have made the mistake of reaching through the bars, catching her by the waist and pulling her close enough to drink the tiny bead of water that had lodged itself in its small crevasse of her shapely upper lip.<\/p>\n

He might have violated one of his most important rules: never to kiss a woman. OceanofPDF.com Author Note I swear that I did not set out to write another gladiator story.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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