Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Wars characters; however, Angeles Dollslayer character is mine.
It was time. Angeles had pushed the reading of her father's will back several times. The war against the First Order was over, and she and the Senate were transferring their offices to Coruscant. But the time had come. She was back on Naboo, at her family estate.
The lawyer came over. He held two manila envelopes in his hand. They sat in the living room. Angeles patiently waited until the lawyer played the video disk, which was in one of the envelopes.
"I am Les Dollslayer, and this is my last will and testament," she heard her late father's voice say. "All of my possessions, from my family estate to my personal finances, I leave to my daughter Angeles, and to any of her immediate family members."
Angeles sighed. He father had thought she would be married with a family of her own by now. But she couldn't, not with the galaxy just recovering from a devastating war. Maybe someday, but not now.
"I need my lawyer to step out of the room now," she heard her father's voice say. Angeles' eyebrow was raised as the lawyer paused the video.
"Why are you stopping the video?" she asked.
"Because I was told to by your father," the lawyer replied. "Please contact me tomorrow so that I can start the process of transferring his property and finances to you."
"Of course." The lawyer left, and Angeles hit the play button to continue the video
"Angeles, you may be wondering why I had the lawyer step out of the room," Les said. She nodded her head in agreement. The video played on.
"There is a personal matter than I needed to let you know about. It is up to you who you want to share this with."
"Angeles, you know how much your mother and I loved you. When you were young, we always agreed on how to raise you. Except in one area."
"I wanted to tell you, but Angel did not. She said she wanted to let you know only after both of us had passed away. I relented, even though I disagreed with her. I pray that you can forgive your mother and I."
"Why is he saying this?" Angeles uttered out loud in confusion.
"Angeles, your mother and I has trouble trying to have a family of our own," Les admitted. "We tried for many years to get pregnant, with no success. We had accepted that we would never have a child of our own."
"I was trying to negotiate a peace treaty on Mandalore. The clans were fighting against the Death Watch members. There was a young woman we met, named Ursula Covington. She was seventeen, the daughter of a servant to the Prime Minister of Mandalore. Ursula had come to us privately, saying that she was pregnant and frightened."
"Your mother and I discussed the situation with Ursula. She wanted to escape the man that had gotten her pregnant. She said..."
Angeles saw her father pause, tearing up. He took a deep breath and continued.
"She said that if we got her off of Mandalore, she would give us her unborn child. We asked Ursula if she truly wanted to give up her baby. She said she wanted us to raise her child."
"Why is he telling me this?" Angeles thought to herself.
"So we took Ursula from Mandalore, and she came to live with us. In time, we found out she was having a girl. We were overjoyed, especially your mother. Angele always said she wanted a girl."
"Ursula went into labor, and she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, with brown eyes and a patch of black hair."
"WHAT?" Angeles uttered in shock.
"We decided to name the baby after the both of us. Angeles, you are the baby we adopted. Ursula loved you enough to give you up for adoption. In the envelope is your actual birth certificate and a letter from her. All she asked was that you do not search for your biological father. He was an evil man. She did not want you to ever be hurt by him."
"We officially adopted you a few days later. Ursula left with many tears. She told us if she was older, she would have raised you by herself. We asked her to keep in contact with us, but she said it would not be fair to you or to us if she did."
"I am sorry if you are upset over this, baby girl. But please remember, you are my daughter. A family is not made by blood. It is made by the love they have for each other. You will always be my baby girl, the one that I adore with all of my heart."
"l love you, Angeles. I pray someday you will understand why we kept this a secret from you. Goodbye, baby girl. May the Force always be with you,' were the final words her father said before the video ended.