This is a sequel to my viggie, Until Death Do Us Part. If you haven't
already read that, I suggest you do, because then everything will make more
sense. It's set directly after Dark Journey and incorporates a few of
Elaine Cunningham's lines. Well, here goes!
Oh, and this is George's playground.
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Chapter One
After the battle, Shawnkyr took me aside and warned me that in implying that I'd honor you as a commander, I was putting my pilots in the service of Hapes' future queen. That I was taking sides in the coming coup.
Jaina Solo rolled over and pounded a fist into her pillow. Stop! She screamed mentally at herself. But it was to no avail.
Congratulations, Lieutenant. Or would 'Your Majesty' be more appropriate?
Jaina clutched her head in a futile effort to stop the scene from replaying in her mind.
I was stopped on my way to find and warn Tenel Ka. You're of legal age and don't require your parents' permission. If you wish to marry Isolder, no one can stop you. Logically speaking, what would this obstacle be but Queen Mother Teneniel Djo?
She sat up, breathing hard.
If you wish to marry Isolder, no one can stop you.
If you wish to marry Isolder, no one can stop you.
If you wish to marry Isolder, no one can stop you.
The words echoed and reechoed in her mind. Before, she had been too caught up in rescuing first Jag then Teneniel Djo to pay much heed to his words. Since then, however, she had had ample time to think and contemplate what Jag had said.
If you wish to marry Isolder.
She flung herself out of bed and began pacing her small room. What did he mean? Did he really think I'd want to marry Isolder, my friend's father? She stopped pacing. Am I really that low in his estimation?
She cursed aloud angrily. "Why should I care what he thinks?" She accosted the room at large.
She resumed pacing, fragments of previous conversations with Jag ricocheting in her mind.
The rank you were born in suits you very well. Anything more would be redundant.
Why did he warn me off like that? And then accuse me of wanting to marry Isolder, for Force's sake? Surely a Hapan prince is far above the son of a Corellian baron in the social ladder.
Congratulations, Lieutenant. Or would 'Your Majesty' be more appropriate?
I cannot believe that Jag would think I would marry Isolder! Jaina seethed. Just goes to show how much he knows! She paused. "How could he?!!" She yelled aloud.
The queen's retainers were of the impression that you were another Ta'a Chume, an ambitious woman who would gladly seize this opportunity.
Okay, I admit it. His opinion means a lot to me, and it hurts, oh, how it hurts when he could believe that I would marry the father of one of my best friends just to get ahead in life! Another Ta'a Chume? That woman is an evil, grasping schemer, and Jag believes that I'm exactly like her??
Finally, Jaina couldn't take it anymore. Throwing on a loose robe, she slammed out of her quarters and down the hallway, seeking a certain Imperial colonel to set him straight on a few matters.
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Well, tell me what you think!
Oh, and this is George's playground.
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Chapter One
After the battle, Shawnkyr took me aside and warned me that in implying that I'd honor you as a commander, I was putting my pilots in the service of Hapes' future queen. That I was taking sides in the coming coup.
Jaina Solo rolled over and pounded a fist into her pillow. Stop! She screamed mentally at herself. But it was to no avail.
Congratulations, Lieutenant. Or would 'Your Majesty' be more appropriate?
Jaina clutched her head in a futile effort to stop the scene from replaying in her mind.
I was stopped on my way to find and warn Tenel Ka. You're of legal age and don't require your parents' permission. If you wish to marry Isolder, no one can stop you. Logically speaking, what would this obstacle be but Queen Mother Teneniel Djo?
She sat up, breathing hard.
If you wish to marry Isolder, no one can stop you.
If you wish to marry Isolder, no one can stop you.
If you wish to marry Isolder, no one can stop you.
The words echoed and reechoed in her mind. Before, she had been too caught up in rescuing first Jag then Teneniel Djo to pay much heed to his words. Since then, however, she had had ample time to think and contemplate what Jag had said.
If you wish to marry Isolder.
She flung herself out of bed and began pacing her small room. What did he mean? Did he really think I'd want to marry Isolder, my friend's father? She stopped pacing. Am I really that low in his estimation?
She cursed aloud angrily. "Why should I care what he thinks?" She accosted the room at large.
She resumed pacing, fragments of previous conversations with Jag ricocheting in her mind.
The rank you were born in suits you very well. Anything more would be redundant.
Why did he warn me off like that? And then accuse me of wanting to marry Isolder, for Force's sake? Surely a Hapan prince is far above the son of a Corellian baron in the social ladder.
Congratulations, Lieutenant. Or would 'Your Majesty' be more appropriate?
I cannot believe that Jag would think I would marry Isolder! Jaina seethed. Just goes to show how much he knows! She paused. "How could he?!!" She yelled aloud.
The queen's retainers were of the impression that you were another Ta'a Chume, an ambitious woman who would gladly seize this opportunity.
Okay, I admit it. His opinion means a lot to me, and it hurts, oh, how it hurts when he could believe that I would marry the father of one of my best friends just to get ahead in life! Another Ta'a Chume? That woman is an evil, grasping schemer, and Jag believes that I'm exactly like her??
Finally, Jaina couldn't take it anymore. Throwing on a loose robe, she slammed out of her quarters and down the hallway, seeking a certain Imperial colonel to set him straight on a few matters.
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Well, tell me what you think!
