*It's quiet, she cuddles in her lawn chair, watching the flames dance, Lucan's sweater wrapped around her as she remembers her mother. The warm fire taking her to another place, her mother was grand in all ways and when she took on the last name Maxwell she never thought she fit quite right. They wanted her perfect, they wanted that daughter that they could save, she didn't want to be saved, not then by her, not then with their money, and not now by the memories of yesterday or the wishes of what could of been. The day she met him, she knew he was what she needed. Lucan had saved her, she took his name and gave him a son. That was her defining moment, she then knew her purpose. His beloved and Dare's mother*
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