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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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[haveyourmoments]

“No, I was just…looking,” I say before I can think of a better way to word things. I do really look at him then, though, and frown, resting my hand on his forehead. “You are very sweaty.”

[going_solo]

“But it’s so cold,” I say, and my teeth chatter.

[haveyourmoments]

“Oh, Han, you’re burning up,” I murmur, cupping his cheek for a moment before I turn and pull the blankets up to his chin.

[going_solo]

I shake and shake and shake, leaning into her touch. “Thank you.”

[haveyourmoments]

“Sshhh, you don’t need to thank me,” I murmur, stroking his sweaty hair back. “Do you think you can eat anything or should we stick with liquids for now?”

[going_solo]

“No, nothing,” I say, shaking my head. “I don’t want anything. Just, stay.”

[haveyourmoments]

“I’ll stay,” I promise him, slipping under the covers and into my usual spot in his bunk. “I’m here.”

[going_solo]

“Thank you,” I say, shaking a little less with the warmth of her at my side.

[haveyourmoments]

“Just rest,” I say softly, nuzzling his temple gently. “It’s my turn to take care of you now.”

[going_solo]

“I don’t know how to let someone take care of me.”

[haveyourmoments]

“Chewie flies the ship, and you lay here and rest while I hold you.”

[going_solo]

“Not used to being held,” I say softly, closing my eyes.

[haveyourmoments]

“Well, that’s a shame, because you’re very snuggly,” I joke softly, my nose pressed against his cheek.

[going_solo]

I laugh softly at that, and then start to cough.

[haveyourmoments]

“Just breathe, baby,” I say, the endearment slipping out unnoticed. “Try and take a deep breath…”

[going_solo]

“It’ll hurt,” I argue softly. “Everything hurts.”

[haveyourmoments]

“Nothing will hurt much longer if you refuse to breathe,” I joke dryly. “What can I do that won’t hurt?”

[going_solo]

I exhale, because she’s right, and then think for a moment. “Hold my hand.”

[haveyourmoments]

I smile softly, reaching for his hand and lacing our fingers together. “Better?”

[going_solo]

“Mmm, yeah, you have cool hands…”

[haveyourmoments]

“You know I’m always cold,” I say, smiling shyly anyway. “I think sharing a bed with you is the only reason I’ve survived this long in the freezing cold of hyperspace.”

[going_solo]

“I’m your savior,” I say, more than a little delirious.

[haveyourmoments]

I laugh softly at that, using my free hand to feel his forehead again to check his temperature. “More than you know, Han.”

[going_solo]

“Stop fussing, I’m fine,” I argue weakly, though I really don’t know that I am.

[haveyourmoments]

“Don’t ever tell a princess that she’s fussing,” I say with mock seriousness, continuing to do that very thing as I stroke his hair back again.