Disclaimer; I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS REBELS OR ANY OV THE CHARACTERS.
This is my first fic and takes pace after heroes of Mandalore.
The room was quiet when she walked in, though surprisingly not empty at this unholy hour. She looked around the room, baffled at the sight before her, Alrich had put up the paintings. All of them.
Ursa walked around the room, internally reminiscing every painting until she got to one painting in particular.
It was old. Not that old considering her age, but still. Old.
She skimmed her hand across the stiff, painted material of the canvas that hung on the wall, just in view from her throne.
She stared at the portrait blankly, eyes turning watery as she drifted off into memory. She traced the lines of the painting with her index finger as her eyes drifted shut into nothingness.
It was almost as if she was a robot, her body was moving on it's own like it was being controlled by someone else. The salt water that had previously stuck to her eyes were now gone.
She felt it once again
That free sense of security embraced her as her mind went blank. She was obaying the 'controller' like a robot's willing programing.
She undid her hair clip and let her long brown and teal hair fall down her shoulders.
She took a deep breath and let the soundless music guide her feet across the throne room floor.
She felt eighteen again after 25 years. She felt free, like she once had during her long days away from home She danced in silence, not breaking her out of her trance even as she felt a new presence in the room. Her feet glided across the floor as Alrich walked to the throne and sat on it with one leg over his knee to watch the show he'd missed in such a long time.