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[haveyourmoments]

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]

“You don’t look like the kind that’s craving Bantha jerky,” I say, raising my brow.

[haveyourmoments]

“Mmm, mostly likely not,” I say. “I’m really more of a sweet tooth kind of girl.”

[going_solo]

“I’m sure we can scrounge something up;” I say, heading to the cabin that works as a kitchen: kind of.

[haveyourmoments]

“Seriously, though, I’m good with anything. I’m not a picky eater. Years of ceremonial dinners will do that to you.”

[going_solo]

I give her a look, because neither Chewie nor I have ever been to such a thing, but I don’t say anything. Instead, a dig up a ration of cake and check the use by before handing it over. Not that I would be so picky.

[haveyourmoments]

“Thank you,” I say, sitting and unwrapping the cake, starting to eat.

[going_solo]

“We’ll arrange something hot later on,” I say, softening, not wanting her to think she’s doomed to war rations.

[haveyourmoments]

“I can help cook,” I say, then I hesitate. “Well, probably.”

[going_solo]

“We’ll cook together,” I say, sitting down opposite her.

[haveyourmoments]

“Okay,” I say, smiling at him. I feel more comfortable with him than anyone I’ve ever met before.

[going_solo]

I manage a smile back, realising she’s not just any other princess, realising she doesn’t look down on me.

[haveyourmoments]

His smile is beautiful, and I find myself blushing again, looking down at my hands for a moment.

[going_solo]

“What is it?” I ask, tilting my head to the side. “Rethinking this whole ordeal?”

[haveyourmoments]

“No! No, not all,” I say. “I was thinking that…that I feel really comfortable with you.”

[going_solo]

“You do?” I ask, genuinely surprised. I’m not sure anyone has every said anything so… kind to me.

[haveyourmoments]

“You probably think I’m crazy,” I say, instantly regretting my confession.

[going_solo]

“I don’t think you’re crazy, Princess Leia,” I say, shaking my head. “But if I did… I’d say you’re in good company.”

[haveyourmoments]

“You can call me Leia, if you want,” I say, smiling gently at him.

[going_solo]

“Only if you call me Han,” I answer.

[haveyourmoments]

“I suppose I can do that,” I tell him playfully. “And what should I call your co-pilot?”

[going_solo]

“Chewie,” I say with a slight smile, my affection for the Wookiee evident.

[haveyourmoments]

“Chewie,” I repeat, smiling as well. “Quite the pair.”

[going_solo]

“We like to think so,” I say, oddly proud.

[haveyourmoments]

“It must be nice, having a partner to back you up all the time,” I muse.

[going_solo]

“Your husband doesn’t do that for you?” I ask, and then immediately regret it.