Chapter One
He was a smuggler, and I was his cargo. My safe delivery across enemy lines to my soon-to-be husband. An alliance that will save both of our planets from the Empire. What does he get out of it? Money, of course. That's all it is.
Jodrol Brimillier. He barely bowed when I was presented.
"Princess Santhe Ryn Whitab"
I strode forward and saw him. For a split second my breath caught. How was this man supposed to protect me? He was no taller than I! He wore a large black jacket and a dark red shirt which was opened just a tad too much for my taste. I mean, you could see his chest hair for Sith's sake! His hair was slicked back and he pushed his black framed glasses up his large nose. The only thing intimidating about him was the blaster at his side and the look on his face.
I turned to Koltnorm, my close friend and the one who had suggested Mr. Brimillier in the first place.
"Are you sure this is the same man you described to me?"
The one who had smuggled drugs and weapons? The 'notorious' man Koltnorm had described to me? Perhaps, I wondered, people simply just overlooked him and that was what made him such a good smuggler.
Koltnorm rushed forward to embrace his friend. How exactly they knew each other, I wasn't totally sure, Koltnorm had mentioned something about school on Lamnerth, and how they were roommates there. It mustn't have been long ago, as Jodrol looked to be the same age as I was, nineteen. I stood off to the side as the two friends reconciled, until Koltnorm eventually gestured toward me, inviting me to come meet the man who was to be responsible for my safety.
"Jodrol! This is Princess Santhe Ryn Whitab."
I smiled poilety, and held out my hand. Jodrol took it in his and leaned down to kiss the back of my hand lightly, all the while peering at me above his glasses.
"Your highness" he murmured. His voice was surprisingly deep. I could feel my ears turning red. Quickly I cleared my throat.
"Yes, how do you do Mister Brimillier."
"Jodrol is fine Princess, no need for formalities." He smirked a bit as he said that, making me blush yet again. Why was this happening?
"The Princess is to be delivered safely to the planet of Gant, and once you arrive, King Jlan will be sure to give you your money. If you run into any trouble, the safety of the Princess is more important than arriving to your destination, if you mist abort the mission for her safety, so be it, but you will not get the amount in full."
I began to space out as the instructions for my transportation were listed off to Jodrol. He already knew all of this, I'm sure, but I guess I was different from his usual cargo, you couldn't just dump me if we were caught by the Empire.
It was just going to be me and him on this craft, which worried me slightly, so I was gifted a brand new AN-5 bot. She was a small protocol droid, designed to keep me company, not only on the ship, but also on my new home of Gant, where I was to be queen very shortly. No longer would I be a child on Xolara, which makes part of me quite sad. But I must look forward to the future for the good of the galaxy.