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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 might even find you enjoy it,” I say, before walking off to tinker.

[haveyourmoments]

I wander around the ship for a bit, and even start to unpack some of my clothing in my room, but I change my mind and go to find Han, sitting quietly as I watch him work.

[going_solo]

I’m not used to being watched, but her interest is kind of nice, and I turn around to look at her.

[haveyourmoments]

“Sorry,” I smile softly at him, my head resting in my hand. “Am I bothering you?”

[going_solo]

“I don’t mind,” I say, and I look at her for a long moment, pondering how pretty she looks, before turning back.

[haveyourmoments]

“Good,” I say, setting in to watch him work for a while longer.

[going_solo]

“Are you trying to learn or something?” I say without looking up.

[haveyourmoments]

“Maybe,” I say with a half shrug, knowing he won’t see the movement. “Or maybe I just don’t want to be alone.”

[going_solo]

“Not a fan of solitude?” I ask.

[haveyourmoments]

“Definitely not,” I confirm, leaning forward. “You can teach me something, if you want.”

[going_solo]

“As you wish,” I say, before showing her some basic engineering moves.

[haveyourmoments]

I do what he shows me, getting my hands dirty for what feels like the first time in years, and it’s fun, learning something new.

[going_solo]

“You’re a natural,” I tell her with a hint of a smile.

[haveyourmoments]

“I have a good teacher,” I smile, blushing.

[going_solo]

At that, I feel my own cheeks redden for the first time since I was a teenager, and I turn back to the task at hand until we’re finished.

[haveyourmoments]

He blushes, too, and it’s absolutely adorable, and I find myself already incredibly fond of him and intrigued in a way I absolutely never have been with Isolder.

[going_solo]

We finish our duties and I realise that I’m starving, getting to my feet and asking her if she’s hungry.

[haveyourmoments]

“I could eat,” I say, curious as to what kind of food he has in mind.

[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]

“I’m not sure anyone’s ever considered me a teacher,” I muse.