Another L.
Sometimes she wondered why she was named Leia, why she was the only L in a sea of B's; Bail, Brehua, Baako, Brianna and Belladonna.
Why did she love to argue her point, when both of her parents preferred to sit down and calmly discuss it? Why did she love the feel of a loaded blaster in her grasp? Why did she have to squish the urge to be happy when she struck down an enemy in battle?
Why was she so fiery, and both her parents so calm? Why did she love the idea of being a Senator, but her father hated it; the feeling of getting nowhere even after countless hours of discussion. Why was she thrilled when she finally became a Senator, but her parents were not? Why did she hate being a Princess, when both her parents were fine with their royal status?
Leia wondered why, at night, her mind was plagued with feelings, feelings that she wasn't where she was meant to be? Why did she hate the beach, the sticky sand, when her mother had adored it? Why did she not cry at her mother's funeral, but, rather, stood quite calmly, even when they lowered her mother into the grave. Her father wept, so why didn't she? Why did she cry later on, alone in her bedroom?
Why had she been named Leia? Why couldn't she just have been another B? Why was she so different to her mother and father?
But all her worries stopped, all the confusion of whom she was, all the worries that she hadn't been where she had been meant to be, when she met Luke. Because, after all, he was another L.