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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]

"So no scruffy nerfherders?" I ask, tilting my head to the side.

[haveyourmoments]

“Definitely not,” I say with a complicated, wry smile. “I actually never dated anyone other than - well, anyone.”

[going_solo]

“Not gonna lie, princess; that’s… a little sad,” I say, but it’s not unkind.

[haveyourmoments]

“Everything happened so fast, I never had time to consider the alternatives,” I say, shrugging it off. “And Isolder doesn’t come around very much unless he wants…he doesn’t come around when he’s sick.”

[going_solo]

“I’m going to be honest, I’m not becoming the biggest fan of this guy, Leia.”

[haveyourmoments]

“Because he doesn’t come around when he’s sick?” I ask, deliberately missing the point.

[going_solo]

“Because he only wants you for sex,” I say.

[haveyourmoments]

“That’s not true!” I say, defensive, though deep in my heart I know he’s not wrong. It’s just so, so humiliating to be reminded that I’ve gone from a princess and a senator to…somewhere Isolder can put his dick. “It’s just, important to have an heir…”

[going_solo]

“Is it? Or is it important for you to be happy, and healthy, and not nearly bleeding to death?”

[haveyourmoments]

“I - “ I stop short, tears filling my eyes as I look away. “It’s too late now.”

[going_solo]

“It’s not,” I say, squeezing her fingers. “Fly away with us.”

[haveyourmoments]

“What?” I ask shakily. “What’re you…what do you mean?”

[going_solo]

“I mean, I might not be rich or royal but I know how to treat a woman,” I say. “I have a ship, we’ll find a safe planet.”

[haveyourmoments]

“God, your fever must really be making you delirious,” I say, laughing awkwardly. “I mean, you, and I, we haven’t even…you don’t me.@

[going_solo]

“I am absolutely delirious,” I say. “And I also can’t let you go back to him.”

[haveyourmoments]

“He’s my husband,” I protest weakly. “Anything I do…if I leave, it’s treason.”

[going_solo]

I just nod sadly, then, because it’s not like I can force her.

[haveyourmoments]

“They’ll hunt me down,” I say softly, heartbroken at the sadness in his eyes. “I can't do that to you.”

[going_solo]

“I’m not worried about me,” I say. “I’m worried about you.”

[haveyourmoments]

“Why do you care so much?” I ask, chewing at my bottom lip.

[going_solo]

“I could ask the same of you,” l say, a little defensive.

[haveyourmoments]

I bow my head, acknowledging his point, though he’s the one who’s suggesting such a drastic course of action, not me. “You really want me to stay here?”

[going_solo]

“If not forever, at least for the night,” I say, because what more can I ask for?

[haveyourmoments]

“Of course I’m staying here tonight,” I say, a little confused. “I wasn’t, I don’t want to leave you, in any capacity.”

[going_solo]

“But when we land you’ll go back to him,” I say, soft.