Zanthea is now 7 months old and is always babbling. She was always in her mother, Dayak's arms, or rarely her father's arms since he was either being a dead beat, or he was busy. Elara would always smile at the mere sight of her daughter. Elara even shedded a couple of tears once when she saw Bellatrix and Lotor playing with her. Zarkon's emotions were, of course, difficult to read, but everytime he had his daughter in his lap on his throne on his ship, he would never smile but he would never show any sort of hate to her, he allows her to grab his nose, fingers and whenever she fusses he just holds her closer, or most likely hand her off to Elara, who now, was fully recovered.

        Right now, little Zanthea was sitting on her mother's stomach, playing with Elara's tail, it was late and refusing to sleep. Dayak was occupied with Lotor and Bellatrix. Zanthea was learning how to say little syllables but never made out a word. Elara and Zarkon were just suspecting that her first word would be a little later, but as Elara was holding her Zarkon walked in and something caught them both off guard.

        "Dada!" Zanthea said, giggling and clapping her little hands together.

         "Oh..." Elara said, staring at the infant.

         "That was.... unexpected." Zarkon said.

         "Yes, yes it was." Elara said, smiling at the little girl who went back to swatting at her tail. Zarkon was once again about to walk out until Elara stopped him.

         "Don't think you're just going to just ignore her. She wants you, now give her some attention, I need to go check on Bellatrix and Lotor." Elara said, placing Zanthea on the middle of the bed.

        "You know I'm busy Ela-" Zarkon was cut off when he saw Elara glaring at him.

        "Don't argue with me about this, it won't get you anywhere, now shut up and attend your daughter." Elara said, arms crossed over her chest.

        "After nightfall she's your daughter." Zarkon huffed, picking up the little girl.

        "It takes two to make one of those ok? Now stop talking back." Elara said, walking out to check on Bellatrix and Lotor. Once Zarkon was sure she was gone he smiled at his daughter.

       "What was it that you said?" Zarkon asked the infant.

       "Dada!" Zanthea said again, squeezing.

       "AHA! I CAUGHT YOU!" Elara shouted as she popped in through the door.

       "Not a word to anyone!" Zarkon yelled, lightly blushing.

       "I can't promise anything!" Elara giggled and grinned, and Zarkon huffed in annoyance. Elara is a very sneaky, devious sort of queen, well in a good way.

       "Please don't sell me out, I-I beg of you..." Zarkon said, staring at her with pleading eyes, well sort of pleading because the mickey fickey ain't got no pupils so OOF.

       "Um.... no" Elara said, smirking evilly, she is queen bitch...