Luneshale Pass Hazırlıklar

Samir allowed a low hum to escape him, a sound of indulgent approval as Arslan rested against him. His golden eyes flicked downward, catching the soft smile offered so freely—a rare luxury from the lion who had become his. A faint smirk tugged at his lips.

"You will be mine in all ways, Nefer," he said, his voice smooth and deliberate. "And I will be yours. You ask for love and loyalty, and you shall have them. My word is my vow."

Samir leaned down, brushing his nose against the curve of Arslan’s jaw, a touch mad and possessive. "I have no need for the benefits of a wife," he breathed out.

He lifted a paw to rest upon Arslan's cheek, cupping his face dearly. "You are already everything I desire." Samir rasped. His muzzle pressed to his forehead, tongue darting out in a smooth kiss.

"We will have our children, my lion. A woman fitting will come along soon enough, and she will be sowed."