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Kaiya Tyrell loved to wander the countryside. Ever since her seventh nameday, she had yearned for adventure. To see the world beyond Highgarden Castle. It was commonplace to see the daughter of Mace Tyrell in the streets of Ashford with several men at her back. Her shoeless feet trailing in the dirt as she perused the marketplace. Many of the people in the Reach loved the child.

Her lust for adventure was monstrous, unfortunately. But her parents, Alerie in particular, spoke ill of this desire. They allowed her to wander the streets of Oldtown or Ashford with protection. Any other settlement in the Reach was out of the question. Her protection detail was talented, never allowing her out of their sight for even the scarcest second. Especially after she had managed to allude them on her second journey outside of the castle.

But she was just as talented.

Kaiya the Kind, a title that the people of the Reach had bestowed upon her, had nearly a century worth of knowledge in her head. Which was unusual. She had only just seen her eighth nameday the previous winter. Reasonably, she had no reason to possess the memories of another lifetime. In this life, she was daughter of Mace Tyrell and Alerie Hightower. Highborn. In the other life, she was daughter of no one. Lowborn. Islander.

In this life, she had unparalleled in archery. In the other life, she wielded weapons of unknown make and origin. They shared the same talent in marksmanship. In this life, she had no experience with technology. In the other life, such advanced machinery was common. It was expected. Westeros and Spira. They were different in many details. But they shared one trait. Her.

Her feet, with the skill of someone that had seen countless namedays, padded soundlessly through the grass. Her eyes, as sharp as her mind, scanned the area for any threat that could present itself. Only when she was certain that she was alone, unbothered by civilization, did she allow herself to relax. Even as she relaxed, her senses were on high alert. It was unbecoming to ever truly allow herself that luxury, alone in the wilderness.

Kaiya had escaped the watchful eyes of her protectors the day before, lost in the crowds of Ashford. Now she lay somewhere in the Reach, miles and miles away from Highgarden Castle. Away from her dreadful parents. True, Kaiya loved her parents as much as the next person. But they never understood her. They never understood her need for adventure. The craving in the depths of her soul to see the world for what it truly was.

Not even the parents of her other life had understood, or so she believed from the memories she had seen. They had looked rather disappointed as she accompanied the other Chosen in saving the world. Her cheeks flushed as she banished the memories from the forefront of her thoughts. She was Kaiya Tyrell, not Kaiya Ashelia Saito. She was native of Westeros. Not of Spira!

If that were true, however...

Why did she have the memories of Spira's Kaiya?

The daughter of Mace Tyrell frowned and tried to push that thought aside, unconcerned with the problem for now. She had finally escaped the oppression of her parents and she was determined to enjoy her freedom while it lasted. It was only a matter of time before she was discovered and forcefully returned to Highgarden Castle. As talented as she was, they were better. They were always better.

Kaiya had the memories of another lifetime. One that was spent in the heat of battle, on the road, or caring for children. Her other self had rarely felt the need to escape. To abandon the people at her side. It was only because of her advanced knowledge, to use her surroundings as she needed, that she was able to escape this time. By the Gods was this confusing!

Her feet carried her in silence, hand ever glimpsing the plant life that she passed by on her walk. It was mystical for the youthful Tyrell. To see the wonders of Westeros firsthand instead of in books. To feel the unusual texture of the greenery that filled the countryside. With her situation forgotten in favor of pleasure, the young brunette felt herself smile.

It was radiant.

Kaiya pivoted on her heel as the bushes ruffled, the sound of armor clanking more than enough to warn her of her unexpected company. Her eyes narrowed and she abandoned her position. By the time the soldier had entered the small clearing, she was gone. She had left no trace of her presence. The soldier sighed in frustration and continued his search.

It was the week after that incident that she was found by her father's men and returned to Highgarden Castle.