Rosewater Oasis Bana hayat ver

The oasis stretched before him like a dream made tangible, but the vision in his mind was far greater. It was not just a place to rest, to drink, to live—it was the heart of an empire waiting to be born. The desert would kneel before him, the lowlands would bow.

His name would be that of a God.

He had not always craved such power. The desire had been dormant, a shadow lingering behind his ambition. But now, the fire had been stoked, burning hotter than he had ever imagined.

Pharaoh. It was his destiny. He had been born for this, sculpted by the sands and the sun, molded by bloodlines that demanded he rise above all others. And now, he longed for it with every fiber of his being.

"Yes," he murmured, his voice low and steady, though his tail flicked with restless energy. "We must move quickly.."

Samir stepped closer to Arslan, brushing his muzzle against the lion’s cheek, his voice dipping into a rich, commanding tone. "Go now, my little lion," he ushered with a kiss. "Seek those who will kneel to us. The weak, the lost, the desperate—bring them to us."

His golden eyes burned as he pulled back, looking at Arslan with affection and fervor. "I will remain here, ensuring no one dares encroach on what is already ours. Tonight, we will meet again, here at the oasis, and she shall know the extent of our desires. Our love."