A Truth I Wasn’t Ready For
I had spent my whole life fighting for love—for acceptance, for something real.
And yet, as I stood here in this sacred temple, watching my mother and Robin—something inside me snapped.
Camelot’s hand was steady in mine, his presence grounding, but it didn’t stop the irritation that crept through my veins as I watched them.
They weren’t just standing near each other.
They were comforting each other.
Like mates.
The sight of it twisted something deep inside me, something I couldn’t name.
What is the meaning of this?
The words spilled from my lips before I could stop them, my voice sharper than intended.
“Have you found a second chance as well, Mother?”
I expected her to deny it.
To scoff.
To remind me that love and bonds were not to be questioned.
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