Luneshale Pass Benim.

Settling into the warmth of the other a soft smile rested on his face. A second son, but a Prince all the same. It is in your blood to rule, just as it is mine. He lifted his head now to search Samir's eyes.

If you grow bored of the life you have been ordered into, promise me we will make a home of our own. It was only right, he thought. Neither of them were meant to be put on the side lines; they were born to conquer.

He did not need anything large or lavish, so long as he had Benim. So long as what they had belonged to them alone.

Wishful thinking maybe, but it was only natural to dream of a life with those you live for.