TLR

Cersei screamed in agony, bearing down as hard as she could, brow wet from exertion and itchy, half dried tears streaming down her face. Jaime stroked her hair as she fell back against his chest, comforting as always despite the layer of armor he wore. Her fingernails had left deep divots into the buttery leather on his gloves, not removed since he had come straight from his post to stay with her.

"You must push Your Grace, we are nearly there." The Maester urged, and Cersei let out a quiet sob, head bowing.

"You can do this, sister." Jaime swore, kissing her hair.

"I can't." She whimpered, shaking her head, damp golden locks falling into her face. Jaime quickly brushed them away.

"You can. You are a lioness, the strongest of us all."

"I can see the head. Push Your Grace, one more!" The Maester insisted, and Cersei roared, bearing down with all her might, collapsing back against Jaime when the pressure finally eased. There was silence for a moment, and she forced her eyes open, looking around for her babe before tiny, quiet cries filled the air. The young Queen smiled at the sound, but quickly focused on Pycelle, who hadn't yet spoken.

"What is it?" She demanded, eyeing the bundle in his arms possessively.

"It's a girl, Your Grace." Pycelle said, hesitantly handing her the babe.

"A girl." Cersei murmured, smile fading. She rocked the babe mindlessly, stroking a finger down the side of its little face. "I was so sure it was a boy." Her needy little cries quieted, face losing a bit of redness as her eyes opened blearily. Despite her disappointment, and that awful sense of failure crushing her soul (oh Gods what will Father say), she couldn't help but fall in love the moment she met her daughter's gorgeous emerald green eyes, a perfect match for her own.

"She's beautiful." Jaime whispered, reaching forward to run his fingers over her little tufts of black hair. Cersei eyed them, forcibly resisting the urge to slap his hand away. 'Of courseshe was beautiful, she was perfect, herpreciousbaby, how could she not be? It didn't matter that she was a girl, she was the most beautiful thing that has ever existed.' Cersei was pleased with her restraint when Jaime turned and kissed her cheek. "Just like her mother." She allowed her lips to curve up the slightest bit, but lost her smile quickly when the dull ache between her legs became a roar once more. She moaned in agony, hunching over slightly as Pycelle, the little worm, knelt between her legs once more. Cersei's daughter whined quietly, and Cersei brushed her lips over the top of her head as gently as she could, afraid anything more could hurt the tiny thing.

"You're crowning again!" He exclaimed. "Twins! Push, my queen, you must push!" Hands reached to take her daughter and Cersei snarled, clutching her tighter.

"My Queen, please-"

"No." Cersei snapped, glaring murderously at the simpering hand maiden Robert had been eyeing for weeks. That vile bitch wasn't worthy of looking at her baby, let alone touching her. Cersei had seen the way she looked at Robert, the young, handsome King, with desire. The jealousy she held in her dull grey eyes when she looked at Cersei, the golden Queen. Who knows what she'd do to her daughter, to the little princess that now held the entirety of Cersei's heart. The girl stepped back quickly at the ferocity she faced in Cersei's eyes and Jaime quickly stepped in.

"Cersei, let me." He held his arms out for his niece and Cersei hesitated, eyes dropping to stare at her baby even as her body screamed at her. "Please." Slowly, so, so slowly, she handed her other half the babe, watching him adjust her so her little head was cradled in the crook of his arms. He straightened carefully, swaying slightly, and Cersei tried not to think too hard about how right the sight of Jaime holding her daughter seemed. Cersei kept her eyes on them, her twin and her daughter, even as she beared down, refusing to stop until her son entered the world, screaming.

She barely remembered the afterbirth, all of her focus now on the little boy sleeping on her breast, her little golden haired prince. She only came to when she felt fingers running through her damp golden hair, reluctantly dragging her gaze away from her son to her twin, to the babe he held against his chest. For a moment, just one, she allowed herself to imagine both her babes had golden hair instead of raven, that Jaime would call them his son and daughter instead of niece and nephew. But this was what would make Robrert love her. Cersei has given him a Prince and a Princess, something Lyanna Stark could never do. Robert had to love her now, he would meet them and fall in love, just as she did, and the lying and drinking and whoring would end. She would finally be happy.

"He's perfect." She whispered reverently, eyes falling back toward her son.

"A little Prince." Jaimes voice was guarded, a bit sad, and Cersei knew he wished the same. They'd talked about it for years when they were young, taking a boat and sailing away from Westeros, becoming a family together. She met his eyes and he gave her a smile, sad and self deprecating. She returned it before her eyes fell again to her daughter.

"Give me her." She asked, shifting her son into one arm. Jaime did, and she smiled adoringly at her daughter, leaning down to kiss her gently. "My perfect babies."

"What will you name them?"

"I suppose that's up to Robert." Jaime nodded slowly, stepping back as all over Kings Landing, bells began to toll. "Jaime." He paused, glancing back at her, sun glinting off his golden armor. "I love you.'' Her words were heavy, and Jaime nodded slowly.

"And I, you." She was left alone to await Robert, holding her two babies in her arms.

"I love you." She whispered to them, rocking them slowly. "More than anything. More than this crown and Kingdom and everything in it." Her daughter cooed in her sleep and Cersei smiled, helpless. "I will give you the world, my darlings, my little ones. I will keep you safe, and happy. I promise." She swore, rocking them gently. "I promise."

"Cersei." Her head snapped up, finding Robert in the doorway watching her. He was handsome in his black and gold leathers, with a stag pelt draped over his arm, still bloody. Cersei tried not to glare as he approached, laying the pelt over her bedsheets, ruining them before sitting next to her. "Twins?"

"Yes, my king. A Prince and a Princess." Robert hummed, reaching forward to touch his son's cheek. Cersei wanted to rip the baby away, a prickly feeling rising in her chest, soothed only when Robert smiled at her.

"You did well, Cersei." The young Queen smiled, eyes falling back to her children.

"What will we name them?"

"Jasper. Jasper Eddard Barathean." Cersei nodded slowly, mouth twisting slightly.

"And our daughter?"

"Kailyah. Lya-"

"No. No." Cersei snarled. Robert exhaled slowly.

"Alright. What would you name her?"

"Joanna. Kailyah Joanna, after my Mother."

TLR

Cersei rocked her five month old daughter in her arms, staring down at her. The little girl was cooing softly, happily playing with her mother's long golden curls. Cersei couldn't help but smile softly, her previously cold heart filling once more when her baby giggled. Gods, she'd been numb for days.

She thought- Cersei had given the King children. She'd tried to love him, to forgive him for the shame he'd put her through. She'd done everything a wife- a Queen should do. And still, he humiliated her at every turn. Cersei had cried when the King had taken a woman to his bed, no more than nine days after his twins were born. She hadn't cried since, not when he took a new whore every night since, when he hadn't drank enough ale to leave him asleep in his solar.

A few times he had managed to stumble to her rooms, muttering about needing a spare, and if Cersei couldn't find another way to finish the drunken King off, she'd order Jaime to fetch her moon tea from the markets. If he couldn't love her for the two perfect children she'd already given him, Cersei swore she would never give him another.

Robert was with another woman tonight. Some dark haired, gray eyed scullery maid he'd found in the kitchen. Cersei could hear him in his rooms, just down the hall, grunting like a pig as his whores moans shook the palace walls. She stepped out onto her balcony as the sun began to rise, closing the door behind her, blocking it all out.

"It is alright, my love." She promised when her daughter started to cry as the wind hit her face. She wrapped the babe in her crimson and gold shawl, cradling her so she could see out in the world. "The world is big and wide, but I will never let it hurt you." She promised. Cersei held her babe close, swaying as she hummed a song she vaguely remembered her mother singing to her.

Days in the sun

When my life has barely begun

Not until my whole life is done

Will I ever leave you

TLR

Cersei held her son numbly, rocking him gently as he sobbed uncontrollably. Jasper's face was nearly flushed purple, puffy from tears that never seemed to stop. Cersei sang her mothers lullaby again and again, arms aching from holding him this long, and occasionally stood to stretch her legs and to retrieve a moist cloth to wipe the sticky tears and mucus from the miserable boy's face. He'd been inconsolable for days, ever since his twin had taken ill.

He'd wake every morning, demanding to see his other half, and seeing his little face shatter when he was gently told that his sister was sick, that they couldn't risk him getting sick, broke the mangled remains of Cersei's heart. She went through the motions of convincing the little Prince to eat and drink, trying to get what she could into him before he would make himself sick from crying later.

Cersei herself was numb, moving through the halls of the red keep as if she was a ghost. She'd taken over the care of her son, not trusting anyone else to help, despite her exhaustion. There was a perpetual wet patch on her dresses, from her son's tears, and her arms ached from the time she spent holding him. The day started and ended with a miserable, sniffling toddler, peppered by crying fits that only seemed to end after Cersei mixed a small amount of milk of the poppy into his water.

Jaime, Robert, and Pyscell had all asked the exhausted Queen to drink some herself, but she refused. The thought of something happening to her baby girl, and her not being awake for it, terrified her. So Cersei lay awake half the night, tormented by her own thoughts, her guilts, her regrets. She spent time in the Sept, doing something she'd refused to do since her mother passed all those years ago. She prayed for the Gods to bring her daughter back to her. She prayed for Kailyah to open her beautiful emerald eyes that Cersei missed so much.

Her daughter had been asleep for three days now. Cersei hadn't seen her precious girl since that morning. She hadn't held her or seen her smile or heard her laugh or played with her hair in four days. Cersei hadn't cried, not since the Maesters took her, but she had felt something inside her shatter when she'd read her Fathers letter.

'At least it wasn't the prince'. She'd wanted him dead in that moment, wanted to rage and scream and tear Casterly Rock to the ground. Instead she'd methodically ripped the letter to pieces, tearing it apart until it resembled how she felt inside. He didn't know her little girl like Cersei did.

Admittedly, Cersei did openly favor her brother, the little prince. When Robert had proven that he would never love her, never love anyone but the Northern wench Lyanna, she'd turned all her attention to her son, showering him in affection, hoping someday she would hold his loyalty over his father. So when an unfortunate accident befell Robert, he would rule under her careful guidance.

That didn't mean she loved her daughter any less, though she acknowledged that it may look that way. Her son had her golden hair and cheekbones, the only bit of his father Cersei acknowledged was his stormy blue eyes. It was harder, some days, to love Kailyah, who had her mother's face and her fathers coloring, who Robert favored over his own wife. She knew what he saw when he looked at her, the untamed, wild dark haired girl, and she despised him for it. She spitefully dressed the little one in her colors, Lannister colors, practically screaming that Kailyah was her daughter, not Lyanna's.

There were days when it was hard for her to look at her daughter, especially early in her life, when Robert had returned to his whoring days after the twins had been born. Kailyah was six months old when she'd recaptured her mother's attention. Cersei had been in her solar, cradling her son gently as usual while her daughter played happily on the floor. Her ladies were nearby, talking quietly to avoid drawing the Queen's ire. Her daughter's usual caretaker, Alys, entered her chambers, and Cersei hadn't noticed anything was changed until her ladies started squawking excitedly.

"She's crawling, Your Grace!" Cersei's eyes snapped up, only to find her daughter crawling excitedly toward Alys, who knelt, a small, proud smile on her face. Cersei tuned out the ladies behind her, only hearing Alys as she picked up Kailyah, holding her close and whispering 'well done, little Princess.' The Queen was up in the next moment, snatching her eldest from the woman. Cersei will admit she was a possessive woman, and she refused to be anything but the one her children loved the most. Kajlyah cried, and Cersei scowled at Alys.

"Your Grace-" Alys reached for Kailyah and Cersei scowled, backing up.

"You are dismissed for the night, Alys."

"But the children-"

"I can put my own children to bed, without help. Out, all of you out." Alys and her other ladies cleared the room, and for the first time in what suddenly felt like ages she held her daughter, showering the little one in love and attention. Before long, her eldest child was cooing, happily playing with her mother's curls and babbling away at her brother. Cersei put her twins to bed, and the next morning their caretakers were quietly let go. There was an adjustment period, and Cersei made sure to keep an eye on both twins and their caretakers, never letting them get too close or stay too long. It all seemed worth it when both of her twins stood, clinging to her skirts and calling her 'mama'.

And now, after nearly four years of falling helplessly in love with her children, one of them was on the brink of death. Cersei glanced down at her eldest son, who had finally cried himself into a restless sleep, his cheeks flushed red and covered in dried tear tracks. Cersei laid him gently in her own bed, tracing a hand over his features. 'How could one twin survive without the other? How could a half live as a whole? It just didn't seem possible.'

They'd taken her away four days ago when little Kailyah simply wouldn't wake up. Cersei had heard her Septa's fantic cries, and walked in to check on her. Her son was crying quietly, and the Septas were frantically shaking the princess, trying to get her to open her eyes. Cersei's screams had shaken the entire Keep. She barely remembered what happened next, Jaime had to strike her to bring her around.

"She's breathing Cersei. She's still breathing." He swore, before Robert entered. Cersei had fought when they took her away. Robert had to hold her as Jaime carried her daughter off to the infirmary. 'Gods, her baby looked so tiny, cradled against his chest.' Robert had beat his fists bloody on the walls swearing vengeance against whoever hurt his eldest, but Cersei simply made her way over to her sobbing son, forgotten in the chaos, and held him gently, letting him cry on her shoulder. Her little raven haired girl was dying, and Cersei couldn't even see her.

"Cersei." Her head snapped up, and she realized she had left her room. She glanced around, trying to orient herself, and realized she was in the infirmary wing. She eyed the door Jaime and Ser Rodrick were guarding.

"Is she- Is she in there?" Her voice cracked and Jaime sighed, stepping forward.

"Let me take you back to your room." He reached for her and she ripped her arm away.

"Is she in there?"

"...yes."

"I need to see her."

"Cersei-"

"I need to see her!"

"Cersei, the Maesters are giving her everything she needs-"

"She is my daughter! She needs her mother!"

"My Queen, please. We don't know if she was poisoned or- if you get sick-" Ser Roderick tried to reason.

"I am Cersei Lannister, daughter of the Lion of the West and Queen of Westeros, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, and you will do as I say or I will see your head on a spike come sundown. Let me see my daughter." Ser Roderick hesitated but stepped down, and Cersei turned her attention to Jaime, who stubbornly stood in her way. "Jaime, please."

Cersei never said please. Not since they were babes. The sight of her begging and the tears trickling slowly down her cheek had him opening the door, escorting her in. Cersei stopped for a moment, overwhelmed by the sight of her daughter looking far too fragile in a bed far too big for her. She stubbornly ignored Pycelle, who was trying to speak with her, and made her way over to the bed, sitting on the edge and taking her hand in hers. "I'm here, baby. Mama's here." She whispered, kissing her tiny little fingers and praying to all the gods that her daughter could hear her. She started to hum, the same lullaby her mother had sang to her, the same one she'd always used to soothe her children.

Days in the sun

When my life has barely begun

Not until my whole life is done

Will I ever leave you

TLR

"I saw the White Walkers."

"Jon Aryn is dead."

"Lord Eddard Stark, I would name you Hand of the King."

"I have a son, you have a daughter. We'll join our houses."

"Dragons eggs, Daenyres."

"She says that John Arryn was murdered, by the Lannisters. She says the King is in danger!"

"He saw us!"

"The things I do for love."

"I'm going North with Uncle Benjen. I'm taking the Black."

"And what of the direwolf?"

"I lost this dagger, to Tyrion Lannister."

"The three eyed raven."

"The long night."

"The seed is strong."

"I am a Khaleesi of the Dothraki. I am the wife of the great Khal and I carry his son inside me!"

"I had nothing to do with the attempt on your son's life."

"He's my brother Lord Stark. I want him back."

"Robert Baratheon, black of hair. Joffrey Baratheon… Golden haired."

"When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."

"He wants to groom you for command!"

"Your son had no claim to the throne."

"Seize this traitor."

"I did warn you not to trust me."

"Where are my daughters?"

"The youngest one seems to have escaped. Sansa is still engaged to Joffrey."

"Call the banners."

"He will die tonight, Khaleesi."

"Ser Illyn, bring me his head."

"They have your sisters."

"The King in the North!"

"Winter is Coming."

"We had three Starks to trade. You chopped one's head off and let the other escape."

"Stannis Baratheon, warrior of light."

"Robert Baratheon had no true heir. The boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen and the girl Marcella born of incest."

"Send copies of that letter to every corner of the world."

"If Renly sides with us, we'll outnumber them two to one."

"I will take my crown."

"Make your choice Theon and do it quickly."

"Robb Stark will never release the Kingslayer."

"No he won't. But his mother might. For her daughters."

"The night is dark and full of terror."

"I want to be THE queen."

"I've taken Winterfell."

"Let me send word to my bastard of the Dreadfort. He can retake Winterfell before the New Moon."

"Where are my Dragons?"

"Marcella is my only daughter, do you really think I'll sell her like a common whore!"

"You let the halfwit escape with a cripple. And Rickon too?"

"I'll unname you, if you help me and my friends escape."

"I don't want to marry the Frey girl."

"Wildfire!"

"You are no longer the hand of the King."

"Ser Loras I will gladly wed your sweet sister."

"Valar Morghulis."

"Drackaris."

"The Unsullied are the greatest soldiers in the world."
"We've come a long way to find you, Brandon. And we have much farther to go."

"The raven brings the sight."

"The young wolf has lost half his army, his days are numbered. Theon Greyjoy murdered both his brothers. That makes Sansa Stark the heir of Winterfell."

"The Lannisters send their regards."

"I'm taking you to the twins. Your uncle is marrying a Frey girl, your brother will be there."

"The true war lies in the north, my king. Death marches on the wall."

"Do you know what they did to my brother? How they sewed his direwolves head to his body. And my mother, they say they cut her throat to the bone."

"Reek will never betray us."

"He's choking!"

"He poisoned my son!"

"You didn't really think I'd let you marry that beast, did you?"

"King Tommen of the House Baratheon."

"I will not give my life for Joffrey's murder, and I know I will get no justice here. I demand a trial by combat."

"Justice. For my sister, and her children. I will be your champion."

"From this day until your last, you are Ramsay Bolton. Son of Roose Bolton, Warden of the North."

"Tywin Lannister is dead."

"You want the wildlings to fight in her armies."

"I'm going to Dorne. I'm bringing our daughter home."

"Jon Snow. Commander of the Night's Watch.

"King Tommen, First of his name."

"You'll be marrying his son and heir, Ramsay."

"The North remembers."

"Ser Loras of House Tyrell, you have broken the laws of gods and men."

"You armed the Faith Militant."

"I am the Queen!"

"Lady Sansa, do you take this man?"

"Drogon!"

"I wish you all the happiness in the world."

"Marcella!"

"Queen Margery has already atoned for her sins."

"Look at my face. It is the last thing you are going to see, before you die."

"Let me die while there's still some of me left."

"Lady Sansa, I offer my services once again."

"Roose Bolton is dead."

"Stannis was not the prince that was promised."

"Welcome home, Rickon Stark."

"Sansa Stark has escaped Winterfell."

"Winterfell is mine, bastard, come and see. Rickon is in my dungeons."

"None of you are fit to rule Dothraki. So I will."

"They killed me, Ed, my own brothers."

"We need more men."

"We fight with the men we have."

"You're going to die tomorrow, Lord Bolton. Sleep well."

"Loras Tyrell and Cersei Lannister's trial will be held in the great Sept of Balor."

"A girl is Arya Stark of Winterfell. And I'm going home."

"We're here to discuss your surrender, not mine."

"Tommen is dead."

"Tyrion Lannister, I name you Hand of the Queen."

"When people ask you what happened, tell them the North remembers."

"I now proclaim Cersei of the house Lannister, Queen of the Andels and the first men."

"Leave one wolf alive, and the sheep are never safe."

"Nymeria."

"Tell Cersei. I want her to know it was me."

"Do I have to call you Lady Stark now?"

"Bran is home."

"Bend the knee."

"You stand accused of murder, you stand accused of treason. How do you answer these charges, Lord Baelysh."

"We are going to destroy the Night King. And we'll do it together."

"We fight and die, or we submit and die. I know my choice."

"My armys will not stand down, I will not bring them back to the capitol. I will march them North to fight alongside you in the great war."

"And what about the North?"

"He is my brother."

"Goodbye old friend."

"Without Joffrey and Ramsay and all the others, I'd have stayed a little bird the rest of my life."

"You are the true heir to the iron throne."

"I don't want to be king."

"Dracarys."

"I freed my brother. And you slaughtered a city."

"I saw them executing Lannister prisoners in the streets."

"Little children! Burning!"

"It was necessary."

"I tried to make peace with Cersei."

"What about everyone else?"

"They don't get to choose."

"You are my queen. Now, and always."
Kailyah sobbed for siblings she did not know, screamed as her city, her home burned. She was sure the Gods themselves felt her roar when she watched the world crash down on her Mother and Uncle. By the time the dust settled and Daenerys laid dead, she was numb, curled into herself and watching silently as the world began anew, leaving the smoking remains of her kingdom behind like it didn't matter, like the fact that her entire family lay dead in the ground doesn't matter. Like they were nothing in the grand scheme of things. She jerked when a raven landed on her shoulder. The three eyed bird fluttered its wings irritably but didn't move, simply tilting its head at her.

"You are the three eyed raven."

"Yes." Her jaw dropped and she stared at the bird in shock. In the time she'd been here, what felt like years, she'd done everything she possibly could to be seen, or heard. She was a ghost, silent, invisible. No one had seen her or spoken to her since she woke up here. "You have questions."

"How can you see me?"

"I see all. I brought you here, so you could learn. So you could change it."

"Change it? Me?"

"Yes, Little Raven. This world has seen enough war. We tire of bloodshed."

"We?"

"We."

"How can I change this? I wasn't here, for any of this, how can I-"

"In this world, you never existed. Your brother was born alone and died before his first moon. The world descended into chaos. We have seen enough bloodshed for this lifetime. We conjured you to fix it."

"But how? I don't know how to stop this!"

"Only you can decide that. When you wake, you will be the only one who knows what is coming, and no one will believe a tale such as this. But, your existence alone will change the tide of this war. Everything else, you must do alone. Good luck, little raven."

TLR

"Mama?" Cersei jerked awake, panicked, before setting eyes on her daughter. The little girl's cheeks were flushed, tears trickled down her cheeks and her emerald eyes were hazy.

"Oh my darling." Cersei whispered, reaching out to stroke her cheek.

"Mama!" The poor baby sobbed, reaching for her. Cersei crawled onto the bed, propriety be damned, and pulled her daughter into her lap, letting her wiggle around until her little arms were wrapped around her Mothers waist and her head rested on her chest, listening to Cersei's heartbeat.

"It's alright, Kailyah, I'm here." Cersei kissed her damp raven hair, closing her eyes and willing her own tears away. Kailyah shook her head rapidly, breath hitching dangerously as Pycelle closed in.

"No, Mama- you died- the castle- it fell! And there was fire everywhere and-" Her daughter babbled on, becoming incoherent because of her sobs, and Cersei looked to Pycelle with furrowed eyebrows.

"Fever dream, hallucinations, Your Grace. Common with this high fever." He soothed, reaching for her daughter. Kailyah fought when they tried to take her, and Cersei waved them off, pulling her daughter close and kissing her forehead as Kailyahs little fist tightened in her dress, the babe clinging to her for dear life.

"Shh, my sweet girl. Everythings okay, you're safe, my love."

"No." Kailyah sobbed, pushing herself impossibly closer to her Mother. "No, mama. Not safe."

"Shh. Mama's here, and- and Uncle Jaime. We- we'd never let anything hurt you." Cersei's voice broke, and a moment later Jaime was there, his arm wrapping carefully around Cersei's shoulders as his other hand settled in Kailyah's hair, fingers catching slightly on the tangles.

"Not on my watch, little Princess." Jaime promised, and Cersei sniffled along with her daughter, hiding her face on her baby's sweat soaked raven hair while leaning slightly against Jaime's side.

"I missed you so much, baby." Cersei whispered, arms tightening around her baby as she shivered, before Jaime removed his white cloak, wrapping it tight around the little girl.

"I don't feel good." Kailyah sobbed, and her Mothers breath hitched.

"I know, I know, baby. Maester Pycelle is here, he's going to look you over so he can make you feel better."

"No." Kailyah cried miserably, and Cersei's tears fell right alongside her, as they managed to maneuver the little princess so Pycelle could examine her while sitting in Cersei's lap, The little girl now clutching her Uncle Jaime's hand, demanding that he promise not to leave, not ever. Jaime indulged her, swearing on the Old Gods and the new, but Kailyah still refused to release her death grip on him.

It took a vial of dreamless sleep to get her to settle. They managed to get some water and some broth in her before she fell asleep once more. Pycelle insisted that 'she will be alright Your Grace, the danger has passed.' but Cersei refused to leave, determined to stay with her daughter till she woke once more. There was nowhere she needed to be that was more important than making sure her daughter didn't wake up alone.

A.N. Welcome to my new story! I've been working on it for almost a year, and I've written up to season three! I hope you love Kailyah as much as I do, she is one of my favorite OCs I've written.