Luneshale Pass Benim.

Samirseti’s ears twitched at the sound of the name, his golden eyes gleaming as he repeated it under his breath, savoring it like a rare delicacy. "Leandros Arslan," he murmured, letting the syllables roll off his tongue as if testing their weight. "A name as strong as the lion who carries it."

The corner of his lips curled into a smirk as Arslan continued, speaking of lineage and titles with a dramatized air that Samir found both amusing and endearing. His body slid down to roll onto his side, a foreleg reaching out to beckon his little lion closer, body warm against the other’s. He pressed his nose lightly against the curve of Arslan’s nape, breathing in his scent as he listened.

“A prince of Siena,” he repeated, savoring the way it tasted upon his tongue. “How noble, how strong, my little lion.” He tucked his long frame around Arslan as he spoke.

A laugh, crisp and clear, fell from Samir's lips as his lion teased him. Ears perked forwards, and he pushed a teasing growl out from behind his teeth. He watched as Arslan's head fell back against him, watched his eyes as they roamed the sky. Samir would catch him everytime.

“To be a second son is to be the sword, not the crown,” he spoke as he began to swathe Arslan's head in soft kisses, tongue rasping along the backs of his ears. “A Prince raised to protect what was his, to carry the weight of Ta-Senet without the burden of its rule. And when I held it in my grasp...” His voice softened, tinged with an edge of hunger. "It was enough to taste the power I could wield, should the gods deem it so."