Lauralye was in love with her family. She loved Robert and she adored little Isabella, even if the girl had only really been apart of their life for a short few hours. Something about having carried the child for the last nine months made her incredibly attached to her. She couldn't wait to raise her and watch her grow up. She couldn't wait to give her all the things that had been kept from her. Isabella would know her country and her people, she could allowed to find true love just as Lauralye had. She kissed the top of her little head when she removed herself from her mother's nipple. She hummed a little, "You are going to be the most beautiful and intelligent Princess..."