Nobility's Price
by Susan Zahn
Well,
there she sits, Solo.
Waiting. She must have been born to
this planet--
The woodsy atmosphere and all.
A real
natural beauty.
Strong, too.
She's in more pain than
she's letting on.
And now that the battle's over, I
wonder,
Which victor is she waiting for?
The one that
stood by her side through yet another campaign
In an effort
to reveal his heart,
Or the one who had left to fight his
own battles,
Yet taken her love as a shield.
She's still
waiting,
Lost in her own thoughts.
And will you argue her
decision, Solo,
Or do the noble thing and step aside?
Hell, the fighting's over and now you get paranoid?!