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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]

I giggle softly at the messiness of his affection, stroking his wild hair fondly. “I could get used to this.”

[going_solo]

"As you wish, princess," I say, kissing her sweetly.

[haveyourmoments]

I roll my eyes gently, but I kiss back anyway, content. “That really was amazing, Han.”

[going_solo]

“You really are amazing, Leia,” I tell her.

[haveyourmoments]

“Princess,” I correct playfully, scooting closer and pressing my nose against his.

[going_solo]

“God, I’m obsessed with you,” I say, nuzzling her back.

[haveyourmoments]

“Oh yeah?” I ask, crinkling my nose playfully as I press closer to him, loving how protected his size makes me feel.

[going_solo]

"And I am seldom obsessed with anything but myself and my ship, Princess," I tell her.

[haveyourmoments]

“I mean, with such an…illustrious heap of scrap metal,” I start, gesturing at the walls of said ship, “how could you not be?”

[going_solo]

“Hey, there, you might wanna be more selective with your criticisms after I made you come like you’d entered hyperspace,” I say.

[haveyourmoments]

I snort with laughter in a way that is not at all princess-like, burying my face in his chest.

[going_solo]

I stroke her back in circles, with a proud grin on my face as I do.

[haveyourmoments]

“You seem happy,” I muse softly, pulling back just enough to trace the lines of his face with my fingertips, memorizing the way he looks in this moment.

[going_solo]

"I think I might just be," I say, relishing her touch. "It's not something I'm used to."

[haveyourmoments]

“Me either,” I murmur, touching the crinkles in the corner of his eye. “Maybe we can find happiness together.”

[going_solo]

“I like the sound of that,” I say, stroking her cheek.

[haveyourmoments]

I smile softly, leaning into his touch sleepily. “I think you wore me out.”

[going_solo]

“Is it wrong if that makes me proud?”

[haveyourmoments]

“No,” i say, blushing. “I think you’ve earned it.”

[going_solo]

“Mind if I earn it again and again?” I ask.

[haveyourmoments]

“Hmm,” I murmur softly, pretending to consider his suggestion. “I’ll take it under advisement.”

[going_solo]

“I would be honoured if you did,” I grin.

[haveyourmoments]

“Go to sleep!” I say , laughing, slipping my leg in between his.

[going_solo]

“You’re telling me you’re not up for round two?” I tease, even though I’m spent.

[haveyourmoments]

“Maybe in the morning,” I say tiredly, burying my face in his neck.