haveyourmoments | (no subject)

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

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

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going_solo

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

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haveyourmoments

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

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going_solo

“Mmm, yeah, you have cool hands…”

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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.”

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going_solo

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

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haveyourmoments

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

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going_solo

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

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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.

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going_solo

“If you insist,” I yawn, because I’ve long stopped thinking her a princess, rather a friend, and maybe a crush.

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haveyourmoments

“You’re a mess,” I tell him affectionately, smiling softly down at him.

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going_solo

“You’re not allowed to say that to me,” I say with a cough. “I’m sick.”

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haveyourmoments

“I said it nicely,” I joke, finding him somehow adorable in the midst of the sweat and germs. “What, am I not supposed to call you a scruffy-looking nerfherder?”

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going_solo

“Who’re you calling scruffy?” I demand, mostly playful, and then sneeze.

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haveyourmoments

“Gross!” I shriek playfully, swatting him even as I reach for a tissue to wipe his nose.

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going_solo

“What, never been around a sick person?” I ask.

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haveyourmoments

“Um,” I say, gingerly wiping his nose, “no, I haven’t.”

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going_solo

“Wait, what?” I turn to face her. “How is that possible?”

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haveyourmoments

“I don’t know,” I say, shrugging, suddenly self-conscious as I rub my own nose. “I’m…I was the sole heir to the throne, they kept me fairly - fairly sheltered.”

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going_solo

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

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haveyourmoments

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

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going_solo

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

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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.”