The room was small, cozy; the walls were draped in fine tapestries of rich, warm colors, depicting scenes of romance and daily life on this remote planet. The heady aroma of incense, wood smoke and something delicious hung in the heavy air, a promise of a feast to come. Despite the blizzard outside, the atmosphere inside was comforting, safe.
Deceptive.
Leia felt a pang of longing; this place reminded her of a winter palace now long gone. But now was not the time. She peered out the tiny window, peeling off her gloves. Han was supposed to be here already.
