Chapter One

The cold air of Hoth whipped my face, my hair flying everywhere. It's been three years since Yavin, and since I last wrote to you; miss me? So here I was, on the Outer Rim planet of Hoth, freezing my ass off on a tauntaun. It had already been two weeks since arriving on the ice planet, and I was sure I'd be used to it by now. Growing up on Tatooine, I was accustomed to extreme weather. Not the extreme cold, apparently.

The only thing I could think about was being wrapped in Han's warm arms. Too bad he was away on a supply trip. Two weeks here, and he left already. But he was coming back today, and that was the only thing that kept me going. In a few hours, I would see him. And that was all that mattered.


"Hey, Leia!" Luke waved, walking into the cafeteria. My mood instantly became better. During the past three years, he and I had become unbelievably close. He was my best friend, and practically like a brother to me. I know Han was sometimes jealous of our relationship; it was a ridiculous thought. Still, it was very fun seeing my boyfriend get jealous over Organa.

"Hi!" I smiled back, gesturing for him to come sit with me. He happily obliged, bouncing towards me. That kid was always so happy. His good mood was contagious. "How are you?" I asked casually, taking a sip of my kaffe.

"Not bad, you?"

"Good, thanks,"

"Han's coming back today," The prince said nonchalantly, reaching over and grabbing my mug. He took a big sip, ignoring my protests. "You gonna tell him?"

"Tell him what?" I played dumb, stabbing my stew with my fork.

"That you love him! For God's sake, Leia!" Luke groaned and rolled his eyes, propping his feet on the table. "You've been together for, what, three years now?" I nodded my head once. "So tell him, Kriff!"

"I can't," I muttered, stealing the mug of kaffe from my best friend.

"And why is that?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"I'm scared!" I admitted, my cheeks turning a dark red. "I'm scared that he doesn't love me back!"

"Leia," He began, putting his feet back on the floor. "Listen, he's been with you for three years. I've seen the way he looks at you," Luke reached over and squeezed my hand, a small smile on his face. "He loves you. Trust me," Letting go of my hands, he leaned back in his chair. "Have you guys-"

"Luke!" I scolded, louder than I would have liked. I drew the attention from many of the other people in the cafeteria, making Organa throw his head back with laughter. I shrunk back into my seat, hoping the people would stop staring. They eventually looked away, giving me the perfect chance to slap Luke across the face.

"What the hell was that for?" He hissed, his eyebrows furrowing. He pouted, looking like a little boy.

"For being a twit!" I countered. Lowering my voice, I added, "You deserved it!"


"Leia!" Han exclaimed, jogging down the ramp of the Falcon. It was in the same condition as it was three years ago; crap. But hey, he loved it. And I knew better than to make fun of his ship. He swept me into his arms, a huge grin on his face. "I missed you," He murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. Solo leaned in and gently kissed my lips, pulling me closer by the waist.

"Han, there's something I wanted to tell you," I said slowly, ending the kiss.

His expression was a mix of worry, confusion and…hurt? "Leia, are you-?"

"Am I what?" I pressed, urging him to explain.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

My jaw dropped open. "N-no! Of course not!" I took a deep breath. "I just wanted to say-"

[Skywalker!] Chewie howled happily, dragging me out of Han's arms and into his tight hug. [How are you?]

"I'm fine…you?" I replied, awkwardly shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

[Good, good!] He roared his goodbyes, and walked back up the ramp.

"So, what'd you wanna tell me?" Han asked cautiously.

"You know what?" I bit my lip, avoiding his gaze. "Now's not a good time. I…I'll see you later, okay?"


We hadn't talked for a whole week. It was pure and utter torture. Every time we'd run into each other, it would be plain awkward. He tried to comm me a couple of times, but I didn't bother answering; I was too embarrassed.

A knock on my door woke me up. I really shouldn't have been sleeping at all; it was just after lunchtime. "Leia?" Luke's voice called.

"It's open," I mumbled back, throwing on my robe.

His nose wrinkled the second he saw me. "You look terrible,"

"Gee, thanks," I rolled my eyes, throwing my pillow at his face.

"I talked to Han," He told me, sitting down on the bed next to me. "Which I did for you, I might add,"

"And?"

"He wants you to meet him on the Falcon tonight for dinner," The prince leaned against the wall and twiddled his thumbs. "I think you should go,"

"Yeah, right," I snorted, rolling on my back.

"You can finally tell him you love him!" He protested. "And who knows…you might get lucky," He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I stifled my laughter and settled for covering my face with my pillow. "Why am I even friends with you?"


"How do I look?" I looked at the prince hopefully, smoothing out my tunic. I had settled on a pair of black leggings, knee high black boots and a gray, long-sleeved blouse, which was showing a tad bit too much cleavage, in my opinion.

Organa responded with a low, wolf-whistle. "Not bad…not bad at all, actually," He pushed himself off my bunk and playfully punched me in the arm. He winked a blue eye at me. "Go get him, tiger."