That night, as I lay on Jacob's bare chest under the covers, my heart began to feel heavy with the thought of my separation with Jacob in the morning.
"How long do you think we are going to be separated?" I asked.
Jacob turned to me, "Dylan will be eighteen in three years to assume the throne. But, I talked to Uncle Caleb if I could leave prior to that. He said that it depends on Dylan's progress."
"Three years??!" I could not help but raise my voice.
"Does that displease you?" he asked.
I sighed, "I couldn't stay in Canupeer for three years. That's too much time for me to do nothing."
"It would not be for nothing if you are raising our child," Jacob reasoned.
I smirked, "That is if I conceive," I argued.
Jacob moved under the covers so he could face me, "What are you going to do if you don't?" he asked.
"I already told you, I'd travel. I'll begin the adventure that we wanted," I answered.
"Without me?" Jacob asked
