Winona woke up in a godforsaken dynasty that never existed in any history book. Perfect. Just perfect. One minute she was sleeping in her cozy bed, the next she's mommy dearest to two starving kids with puppy-dog eyes that could melt stone. "Seriously? I get the full package? Time travel plus instant parenthood?" she muttered, staring at the crumbling ceiling of her peasant hut. The smaller kid whimpered. Her last resistance crumbled. "Alright, rugrats. Mama's got this." Thus Winona’s crash course began in badass single parenting, 16th-century edition.
