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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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I kiss him back with a lot of enthusiasm and probably a little bit of desperation as well, missing the intimacy and needing to feel like I’m enough for him.

“Mmm,” I murmur against her lips before sliding my hands into her hair.

“Feels good,” I tell him, leaning in and deepening the kiss.

“I always want to make you feel good,” I say, cupping her cheek with my good hand and kissing along her jawline.

I sigh softly, leaning into his affection, giggling softly as the beard he’s started to grow tickles my skin.

“I want to make love to you,” I tell her, resting my hands at her hips.

“Yeah?” I ask, looking into his eyes.

“More than anything,” I say, tilting my hips toward hers.

I bite my lip, rocking my hips back to meet his. “I want you, too.”

I kiss her sweetly, then, removing her shirt and camisole as best I can with one working arm, before making quicker work of her pants and underwear.

I think things are going better, because he’s stopped asking me for medication, and so I’m shocked when I walk it into the cabin and see him with some spice, clearly getting high.

I’m turned around toward the desk, so I don’t see her, and I’m too far gone to hear her.

I’m frozen for a long moment, but then I move quickly around him and swipe the drugs off the table, knocking them to the floor. I stare at him wordlessly my chest rising with anger.

“Do you have any idea how much that’s worth?!” I demand.

“Not as much as your life!” I say, my eyes flashing angrily as I take it a step further, literally, and crush the spice with the heel of my boot.

“You have no idea what you’ve done what you’ve just done!” I say; eyes blind with rage.

“Han, I - “ I falter, not sure if I should continue fighting, or run to go get him the last of the medicine I’d hidden away from him so that I never again have to see the look in his eyes. “You’re scaring me,” I whisper, tearing up.

I falter myself, seeing the fear in her eyes as tears fill my own, the guilt overwhelming. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” I say. “It just hurts so much.”

“Then you need medical attention, not drugs!” I say, but my voice is shaking. I’m absolutely terrified.

“Drugs are medicine, medicine is drugs, what’s the difference?” I say, but I’m faltering seeing her so shaken up.

“It shouldn’t still be hurting,” I say softly, nervously. “I probably messed up before.”

“What! No. It’s not you, you’ve been – you’ve been for the best doctor,” I say.

“Obviously not,” I say, shaking my head as I wrap my arms around myself.

I scrub my hand over my face, frustrated, because she's not getting it. "It's not your fault. It's my fault. It's – it just feel so much better as soon as I get it in my system."

“But I thought I made you feel better!” I say, and gods, I start crying. I back away from him just a little bit more, miserably defeated.