Hey, Butterflies! This is it: the final chapter to my entire Desara Solo series. I hope you all have enjoyed reading it.
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Desara steps lightly up to the door and knocks. An older, but by no means elderly, man opens the door.
"Dad, it's Desara." The man grabs Desara and pulls her into a hug, weeping as he does so. A Wookie roars from inside before he runs out and embraces the two. Leia then joins the hug, and after nineteen years of separation, they are finally back together. They are scared to let go of each other in fear that they will all slip away again, but they do eventually break apart the hug.
Then, an approaching figure catches Desara's attention; it is a woman in her early twenties carrying a datapad in her arms. It is Ré, and she explains that the Galactic Treaty has been accepted on Naboo, and Desara sighs from relief; her work as Queen paid off, even if it is not her signature on the Treaty.
"Now what will you do, Des?" Ré asks.
"Whatever I want because for the first time in my life, my life is in my hands." Ré laughs. "I want to see everything and then decide what to do with my life. Who knows, maybe I'll return to more family." Ré and Desara share a bittersweet smile. "Mom, Dad, Uncle Chewie, this is Ré Mohv, my former handmaiden and," Desara pauses to find the right word, "my sister." They all understand what Desara means, and they welcome Ré into their family.
"But now," Han says, "let's be the family we never got to be." The five go inside, and the door closes. A family.