"Once we reach the Golden Griffon, you, I, and everyone inside will Awaken, creating the strongest army that Mogar has ever seen. No one will be able to stop us and the throne will finally be mine."
"Are you sure you want to Awaken now? What about the child?" Not even the slave spell could keep Jakra from expressing his worries for his unborn baby.
"Silly man." She giggled, kissing his forehead and putting his hands on her belly. "Of course I'm going to wait, but it's not going to be long anyway. I can feel that the moment is nigh. Our child can't wait to meet their parents."
Jakra could feel the stirring and kicking reverberating from inside her soft skin. The thought of becoming a father made him incredibly worried and happy at the same time.
