Author's Note
This story was requested the core of justice. Go check him out and please review this when you're done. These chapters are probably going to be shorter than my regular chapters. Hope you enjoy!
Palace of Aalderan
In the center ring of planets and moons in the galaxy, encircling the sun, far away from the second sun in the Outer Rim, there was a kingdom. Where there is a kingdom, there is usually a princess. And just like there is usually a princess, there had to be a prince. This was not the case for me. I found love in a different way, and he was certainly no prince.
But let me tell this story. Grab a drink, a snack, whatever, because this is pretty interesting. And somewhat long. My name is Leia. Leia Organa. I was twelve years old at the time. I was sitting at breakfast when my father, the senator, walked inside, buttoning the cuffs on his shirt.
"Leia, come over here and help me, please." He demanded. I rolled up his sleeved and buttoned the cuffs on his wrist. He smiled and thanked me and started to walk away. Then, he paused and turned around. "By the way, Leia, there are some bodyguards coming over today for the trials. You are now old enough to stay at home, but you have to have a bodyguard to keep you safe."
"What?!" I yelled. "Dad!"
"What's wrong?"
"I can defend myself, thank you very much!"
"But what if something were to happen to any of us?" Dad suggested. "Someone needs to be there to defend us, especially you."
"I can defend-"
"That's not your role, sweetheart," Dad said sweetly. He kissed my forehead and walked out of the room. I planned to run away after he left. I didn't want to be stuck with all these men that just want to meet a princess. I didn't care about etiquette. And I knew how to pull the trigger on a blaster. I remember the day I ran away when I was nine. That day was and still is the best day of my life. I hate being a princess. I can't wait until I'm old enough for combat training. I've just been taught to stay blank-faced or smiling all the time. It's frustrating!
Hours later, while I was eating lunch, a guard walked in and tapped his staff on the ground.
"Milady, the tributes are here." He led me to the room where the men were. I took one look at them and already made my decision.
"Your Highness, my name is-"
"You can go," I saw, tapping him on the shoulder. "And so can you. Too scrawny. Too short. Too tall. Too handsome. Too unattractive. Too muscular. Too... I just don't want you here. You can go with the rest." I looked at the last man in the room. The guards were looking at me incredulously. "And what is your name?"
"Asger," He told me. He had dark brown skin, short, curly hair that hung just above his shoulders, and orange eyes.
"Yeah, you can go." I told him. "Your name is... preposterous."
"I refuse to leave. I have trained seven years to guard you, princess." Asger said. "So telling me to leave now is what is preposterous."
"Look, between you and me, I just want my dad to think I can handle myself and defend the castle on my own."
"I'll teach you to fight." I paused as he said that.
"Okay, then. Let's see you fight."