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Arsenio poked at her with his nose, rousing further laughs from her. He thought the sound of it was like music and it tickled him to hear her talk so openly. A warm chuckle fell from his lips.

Tamar mentioned that Ruenna appeared to be happy with the arrangement she had made with Germanicus. This was good, he believed. The better their relationship, the more likely it would be that they would look to have children of their own. After all, had the Roman not said that their ranks would be filled by the young ones who were born to Mereo? What better way to do that than to have the Imperator volunteer his own blood?

As Tamar thought of her homeland, Arsenio hummed softly.

Zulema was the name that she offered. The Greek beamed, waving his hips with the swing of his tail.

Zulema is a most beautiful name. I do not believe I could come up with a better one. Tamar Jr., would be my suggestion. Only if we have a daughter as lovely as you.

The man looked thoughtfully to his wife.

Zosime is a Greek name that would make a fine match to Zulema. It is a name for a daughter, too.

What would Tamar think of this?