Luneshale Pass Benim.

Plans for the future, talk of generations of conquerors to come. Samirseti was right, if they were to succeed they would be living gods. Oh Benim, you speak with such passion. It truly is charming. A grin settled on his face, tongue escaping to lap at the face of his lover.

We will be Princes no longer, with this we will become rulers of our own creation. He proclaimed, eyes narrowing into a intimate yet intense stare. We will find somewhere suitable, and begin to stake our claim for when the time comes, yes?

The lion understood that they both had commitments to take care of. Samir his royal duties, and Verapaz for himself. But did any of it truly matter? He did not know. When we are ready, disappear into the night with me.

A kingdom of their own.

The wolves of the wilds would learn to fear them, to respect their regality and bow down before them. Samir their shining, golden Pharaoh, and himself a Sultan painted in the shades of the desert.