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Brown Eyed Ghost
Breha looks at his face as he holds the child. It's like a father would. Breha's no fool. The child's large brown eyes stare up at her, and it cuts her to the core.
She's a beautiful child. She's Breha's child. And she's the representation of everything that Breha could never achieve. She's an orphan of war, conceived through secrets and lies. Bail never names the mother, but he doesn't need to. She's only met the woman a handful of times, but Breha could never forget those eyes. The eyes staring back at her, in the form of a motherless child. The child of a woman all to recently dead.
Bail cried, when he came back. It was alone and apart from her. His body's lurching shakes were accompanied by the shadow of his fist in his mouth. Yet Breha could still feel the vibrations through the bed. It both kills her and comforts her; the fact of a foreign presence in her bed non-withstanding.
Before the early twilight creeps past the mountain ranges, he whispers that he loves her. He holds her. In some ways it's almost intimate. It's an echo of the camaraderie that they once shared.
Remembering the early stiffness of their arranged marriage, permeates the moment and kills it. Breha's heart breaks, just a little.
Bail falls back to unconsciousness, exhaustion taking him to a comatose state that only he is capable of. That is the moment when the baby begins to cry.
Breha stops and listens. Bail doesn't even twitch. Crawling forward from the deep layer of sheets, she walks to the cradle in the adjoining anteroom. Little Liea opens her brown eyes in a moment of perfect stillness. Breha holds the bundle in her arms. She feels her heart break and meld together again, falling in love with the small being in her arms.
Liea begins to wail again, and only calms slightly when Breha begins to rock her slowly. Tears slide down her face as she rocks the heir of Alderaan's throne to sleep.
This is Breha's daughter. This is... not Breha's daughter. This is the shadow of the woman who was everything Breha could never be. This is not Breha's child, but she fears that it may be Bails.
Her hand shakes as she lays Liea down to rest. She thinks to herself, as she climbs back into bed beside the Prince of Alderaan, that this war has gone on for far, far too long.