Luneshale Pass Saltanatın oğulları

Are you trying to read me? His words were spoken in a playful nature, but it was a clear warning. You should understand that regality is not something one can truly leave behind. Whether I want it or not, it will always be there. It was in his blood. Flowing through his veins like a unrelenting disease.

Teeth grabbing at his scruff was met with a turn of his head, the side of his muzzle pressing into that of the other. It is my birth right, after all.

A prince, he had said. Such words amused him, for Benim spoke as though he too had not been lucky. The lion could have dismissed him, left him behind and returned to the rough men of the basin.

He was not for this shining royal to keep, not a treasure to behold. He would be gone come the the rising of the sun, and he was sure they would never meet again.

It was all the more reason to enjoy this.