Luneshale Pass Benim.

His own name. He supposed it was only a fair trade.

He took his time, reveling in the other's affections both aggressive and gentle alike. Leandros Arslan. He stated after a moment, though he found that these days his given name felt unnatural. Both mean lion, but the wolves of Verapaz call me by my surname.

I can't let you one-up me though, He gave a dramatized sigh, if Benim wished to offer formal titles he would do the same. I believe I was the third son of my father, Kaan... though it is difficult to know in a litter of seven, and I was once the Crown Prince of Siena. He finished in what felt like quite the run-on sentence.

No longer the heir of Siena, but he was a prince nonetheless. Samirseti... He tested the name on his tongue, leaning his head back as though falling into a state of contemplation. A Prince, but were you ever an heir? He asked, eyes flicking back up to his lover. It's quite the feeling, to have a whole kingdom so near to your grasp.