Talia, her grandmother.
                          
Oh yes, her looks, her luscious brown hair, emerald eyes, personality wise, everything. Though yes she has touches of her parents, she was cunning, manipulative, everything you could  imagine of Talia. 
                          
The birth of the little princess sparked Talia as though she loved Alexander, her love for Zara was miraculous; clearly evident her favourite child. She saw everything in Zara that she saw in herself as a younger person.  
                          
She got her way whether others liked it or not, knew when to exit battles when they could not be won. 
                          
"Daddy," the five year old Zara looked up at her father. 
                          
"Yes 'amira?" he said as he read through files in his office.
                          
"Can I have another cookie?" she asked putting on her polite innocent face.
                          
"I'm sorry 'amira but it's late now, you know the rules-," he stopped as he looked down at his daughter doing puppy eyes.
                          
Unlike Grayson or her uncle Jon she had truly mastered the puppy eyes, just looking at her eyes you could see every cute thing all mushed up and stuffed into emerald jewels. 
                          
"But-, b-, but, daddy, pleassseeee," she begged and Damian sighed.
                          
"One cookie," he said kissing her forehead.
                          
"And what about Alex? It wouldn't be fair, right?" she tilted her head slightly.
                          
"Of course, alright," he sighed as she skipped out as he shook his head.
                          
"Did it work?" Alex said and he nodded her head, "Good job Zee,"
                          
Alexander, or Alex was much more different to Zara his right hand in everything. He was a leader, the executioner; just like his name that was given to him he was a conqueror, a true leader. Though many expected him to be like his father he did have some essence of his mother, yes he was cold at first but he did stood up for what was right, his mother's quality of leading an entire army behind him, he was true mix of his mother and father, a natural born leader.
                          
Speaking of which his mother, they say a son just wants to impress his father. For Alex it was his mother, he absolutely adored his mother, he would do anything to grasp his mother's attention. Zara had Talia, and Alex had his mother.
                          
"Zee, climb up there and get the jar," he said as Zara looked up at the tall shelf
                          
"How will I get down?" she asked nervously imitated by the tall shelf.
                          
"I'll catch you, I promise," he assured her and she nodded as she climbed onto the marble benchtop, then one by one the shelves as she reach on her tippy toes for the jar. 
                          
"I got it!" as she dropped it and he catched it, looking down Zara's adrealine gushed through her.
                          
"Zee jump down,"
                          
"I'm scared," she cried
                          
"Zee look at me," he said calmly and she did, "I'll catch you, you... you just have got to have a little faith," he said as Zara breathed in.
                          
"One... two... three!" and she jumped down and like Alex said he managed to catch her in his arms.
                          
"We did it!" she beamed as Alex started to chuckle as Zara ruffled his touseld ebony locks.
                          
"What are you two doing?" a voice came as the two turned around to reveal their mother.
                          
"Mama! Your back!" Zara rushed into her mother's arms.
                          
"Mom!" Alex than tackled the both of them as they laughed.
                          
"What happened to no cookies after eight?" she asked