Daughter of a Dead Woman

by Tess Tucker

The young princess did not move a muscle in fear of damaging the fragile bundle. But this bundle—she trusted Leia instantly, settling in the makeshift cradle of the seven-year-old's lap and looking contentedly up into her identical brown eyes. And suddenly—in that moment—all Leia wanted to do for the rest of her life was to earn that trust. (complete rewrite of the original)

1. Prologue

To The Reader:

This marks the beginning of Daughter of a Dead Woman - Extended Edition.

If you have not read my original Daughter of a Dead Woman, I won't spoil anything but if you have you should know that this story's only connection to the former version is that the characters are the same. What we have here is a complete rewrite. I ask that if you have read the original Daughter of a Dead Woman, please do not spoil anything in reviews. You might not even be right anymore - a lot has changed.

I have an acting background and, since I enjoy is so much, I will be providing dramatic readings of this FanFiction on my YouTube channel that I made specifically for this purpose. The channel is "Tess Naberrie" which you can find just by typing that name into the YouTube search bar. I will provide links to the videos at the start of the chapter if an audio reading is available.

Comments are appreciated, and fuel my inspiration!

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Prologue

A simple piece of japor wood, carved into an hourglass shape and strung onto a leather cord. A trinket of some sentimental value, no doubt, though somewhat out of place in the hands of Naboo royalty. Were the etched black symbols a name? A phrase? No one seemed to know where it came from, only that it had been dear to her for over a decade.

The cerulean waters of Naboo darkened in mourning of the queen and senator. The entire planet seemed to dim for her funeral procession. Men, women, and children alike shed tears for the beloved leader, even though the majority had never seen her in person until her lifeless form was brought through the streets.

Everyone grieved her.

With that in mind, the crime was baffling. Who, in their right mind, would have the audacity to steal the dead body of Padmé Naberrie?

The event took over the HoloNet. Images of the woman who was just as beautiful as she was kind, with reporters narrating their thoughts on the matter. Some assumed it was a ruse to bring people to oppose the Empire somehow. Maybe she wasn't even dead—rather, in hiding with the child she was pregnant with at the time of her supposed death. Throughout her life, Naberrie had survived several assassination attempts. Perhaps there was a "dead or alive" bounty on her head, and someone came to collect.

No one reached a sure conclusion—at least not one that was released to the public.

And the disappearance of Padmé Naberrie remained a mystery.