Born into the prestigious lineage of the Leclair–Everhart family, she was the living embodiment of a love that had stood unshaken through time. Her father, Aleric Everhart—full name Aleric Maximilian Everhart—was the cold-eyed empire builder with a hidden warmth reserved only for two people: his wife and his daughter. And her mother, Veronica Celestine Leclair-Everhart, was the gentle yet sharp-witted matriarch of the Leclair legacy, a woman of timeless grace and power. Together, they were not just husband and wife, but soulmates, united by a love so deep it echoed through every corridor of their grand estate. She was their daughter, a small bud born from their devotion, nurtured in the warmth of their unwavering affection. A precious seed of love that carried both their blood and dreams. They often said she was the perfect blend of them—her father's fierce eyes and her mother’s soft elegance. Even in her toddler years, they loved her with a kind of reverence usually reserved for royalty or something divine. That evening, the mansion shimmered in anticipation. A grand family dinner had been arranged, one of those formal affairs where bloodlines gathered in velvet and gold. She had just awoken from her nap, and the maids were already bustling around her, their hands gentle as they dressed her in a snow-white gown adorned with pearl buttons and lace. Her long hair, soft and flowing, was brushed and styled with care. As she stepped out of her bedroom, the large hall was dimly lit with golden chandeliers, and her tiny footsteps echoed on the marble floor. Downstairs, in the drawing room bathed in soft evening light, her parents waited on the sapphire velvet sofa—elegant and poised. The moment her presence reached them, her father’s eyes lit up. Aleric leaned back with a proud, lopsided grin and said with a husky chuckle, “Look at our daughter, love. She’s absolutely stunning.” Veronica’s warm eyes followed her with a tender glow as she nodded, her smile delicate and full of pride. “She truly is. A perfect blend of us... though I must admit, your genes are rather dominant, darling,” she said, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Aleric let out a low laugh, amused and charmed by her words. He pulled her closer by the waist, never taking his eyes off their little girl. “That’s because she’s got the best of me,” he teased, as Veronica rolled her eyes playfully but leaned into him all the same. And so, beneath the glittering lights of their ancestral home, wrapped in love and legacy, she walked into the arms of the two people who would always see her as their most priceless treasure.