haveyourmoments | (no subject)

Every day I wake up in my palatial bed with a renewed sense of regret, wishing that there had been any other way to save Alderaan other than agreeing to marry Isolder, my now husband, the Prince of Hapan. There’s nothing wrong with him, exactly, he’s polite and proper and beautiful, of course, with his long blonde hair and blue-gray eyes. He’s kind, and patient with me and never fails to forgive my temper, but somehow that oboe makes it worse, makes me feel like an unruly child instead of his wife, his equal.

He tells me that he’s selected a new pilot for my flagship, that this stranger will be my bodyguard as well due to the ongoing threats in my life and I do my best not to sulk, knowing I’m capable of taking care of myself, but instead nodding and accepting his unassuming kiss on my cheek.

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going_solo

I’m not expecting the job when I get it, and truthfully it feels like it should be anyone’s hands but mine – minus the piloting part, of course, no one’s got reflexes like mine. Still, I need to repay bets and I figure there’s worse company than a princess of all people.

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haveyourmoments

As luck would have it, I’m supposed to be flying out today, heading out for a diplomatic tour of several planets. I walk myself out towards the hangar, relieved at least to be breaking up the monotony with a lengthy trip.

As I walk, I spot a tall, dark haired man wearing Correllian bloodstripes down his pants, tinkering with a ship I’ve never seen before. Actually, ship might be a generous term, when it’s really more of a hunk of junk put together.

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going_solo

I don’t realise I’m being watched until I spin around and there she is, the princess with her arms crossed. “Am I supposed to bow?” I ask.

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haveyourmoments

“I wouldn’t set that precedent, otherwise you’re going to have trouble flying the ship anytime I visit the cockpit,” I muse, eyebrow raised.

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going_solo

I crack a smile, enjoying her wit, before returning to tinkering on the Falcon. “You’re welcome to board and check out your quarters.”

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haveyourmoments

I look at the ship skeptically, then back at the pilot. “I guess I really am flying undercover.”

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going_solo

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, turning back to look at her.

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haveyourmoments

“My other ship is much larger, that’s all,” I say. “Room for staff, and all that.”

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going_solo

“We’ve got staff,” I say, gesturing over at Chewie who lifts his arm to wave.

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haveyourmoments

“Ah, yes, he does look exactly like one of my ladies-in-waiting,” I smile teasingly, giving him a wave in return.

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going_solo

“I mean, if you’d rather one of your ladies be with us on the ship…” I say, raising my brow. “Just make sure you pick the one that’s best at avoiding asteroid fields.”

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haveyourmoments

“Thus making my point about the size of the ship…” I say, looking at him with amusement.

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going_solo

“She’ll do just fine,” I say.

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haveyourmoments

I just nod once, accepting his faith in the ship for now. “So…my quarters?”

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going_solo

“Sure, let’s go,” I say, walking on the ramp that enters the ship and showing her to a small room with two bunks and a soft blanket, the only warmth in the room.

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haveyourmoments

I run my fingers over the blanket, trying not to wonder if this is some sort of punishment from my mother-in-law, who has never liked me. But I don’t want to seem ungrateful for the accommodations, and so I turn and thank him.

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going_solo

“They’re new mattresses,” I say a little defensively and a little apologetically all at once.

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haveyourmoments

“It’s great, really,” I say, feeling guilty when he clearly read my thoughts. I clear my throat, knowing I need to make a peace offering. “I heard you’re a great pilot.”