Solara’s pov The first time I truly understood what it meant to build a family, it wasn’t when I gave birth to Lucas.It was the day Camille called me “Mother” for the first time.She had been standing at the edge of the palace gardens, hands clasped behind her back, pretending not to watch as I helped Lucas take his first unsteady steps across the grass. She was older — already poised, already observant — her dark hair catching the afternoon sunlight.Camille was Damon’s daughter from before me.She had lost her birth mother when she was very young — too young to remember the sound of her voice clearly, but old enough to feel the absence like a quiet shadow that followed her.When I first entered Damon’s life, Camille had been wary.Not rude. Not rebellious.Just… guarded.And I never tried to replace what she had lost.I only tried to love her.. and now we are best of friends.. we’ve always been.—Our life as a family did not begin with perfection. It began with effort.When Damon
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