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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]

“Just you, me, and the galaxy’s best Wookiee against the universe,” I smile softly, kissing him again, and again. “I’ll take care of you.”

[going_solo]

“We’ll take care of each other,” I say decisively.

[haveyourmoments]

“I like the sound of that,” I say with a gentle smile. “You…you make me feel like the real me. I mean, who I was before - him.”

[going_solo]

“You’ve always been amazing,” I say. “But that means the world to me.”

[haveyourmoments]

“You’ve eaten my cooking and still think I’m amazing? WOW, you must really like me,” I say teasingly.

[youronlyho]

“Trust me, I’ve had worse,” I smile, nuzzling her nose. “Prison food… space rations…”

[haveyourmoments]

“Hey!” I say, shoving him playfully, offended. It takes me a minute, but then: “…you were in prison?”

[going_solo]

“…pretend I didn’t say that part,” I answer with a sheepish grin.

[haveyourmoments]

“So mysterious,” I tease. Maybe that should make me nervous, or at least make me wonder if I’m safe enough with him, but it doesn’t. Instead I just burrow a little closer to him and grumble “my food is better than space rations.”

[going_solo]

“I’m excited to find out firsthand,” I say, kissing her temple.

[haveyourmoments]

My eyes flutter closed at the soft affection, having never really experienced anything like this before, but my heart starts to pound, already terrified of messing things up. Of losing him.

[going_solo]

I can feel her tension, and I squeeze her tight, murmuring that it’s okay, over and over.

[haveyourmoments]

“I’m so scared you’re going to change your mind,” I whisper.

[going_solo]

“Why on Earth would I do that?” I ask, bewildered. “I’m… addicted to you.”

[haveyourmoments]

“You’re…” I frown, not because I’m upset with him, but because I’m trying to figure out what the hell I missed. “You mean like, romantically?”

[going_solo]

“I mean, maybe addicted was the wrong word…” I say, starting to panic.

[haveyourmoments]

“No, no, what you said was fine! Sweet, even,” I insist quickly, seeing the look of panic on his face. I reach for his hand and thread our fingers together. “I need to hear things like that.”

[going_solo]

"Yeah?" I ask, relaxing a little, grateful that she's not put off. "I can... whatever you need, I'm here."

[haveyourmoments]

“I don’t even know half of what I need,” I tell him softly. “I’ve never…he was my only experience with a romantic relationship.”

[going_solo]

"And not a great one at that," I say. "But I will keep you safe, and happy, and... let you be you."

[haveyourmoments]

“Can’t be much better than that,” I murmur softly. I kiss his cheek and then burrow against his side, my nose pressed against his neck in the hopes of surrounding myself with him.

[youronlyho]

"You're safe with me," I say, a promise. "I'm going to treat you right."

[haveyourmoments]

“I know,” I murmur softly. “I feel safe with you.”

[going_solo]

“And you are,” I say, kissing her cheek. “Thank you for trusting me.”

[haveyourmoments]

I blush softly, turning my head enough to rub my nose against his. “Can we stay like this forever?”