As he watched his wife peacefully snoring away, he found himself starting to drift off to sleep.

"Dad?" He murmured softly, reaching up and stroking the edge of her hair with his thumb tenderly.

"If we decide to marry, does that mean you guys will move away from the Dawn?" He asked cautiously.

The queen shifted slightly before responding.

"We'll need to discuss that with your grandmother, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind staying here if you really want her to." She told him gently, her voice laced with concern.

"Why? Do you have something else in mind?" She wondered softly.

Roman turned his head to face his wife, gazing...