Han entered the sitting room of the governor's mansion, where Leia was getting dressed down by half the room. The lieutenant in charge of the POWs, the Korgian governor, the protocol secretary, and her own brother were taking turns castigating his princess. And she just stood there, taking it. Han frowned; that wasn't like her. He locked eyes with her. She looked miserable. Probably time to step in.
He addressed the closest person. "Hey, what's your rank?"
The officer straightened his spine. "I'm a lieutenant. Sir."
"Great," Han said, "I'm a general. And she"—indicating Leia—"outranks us both. So why don't you show a little respect to the Minister of State. As for those POWs, just go tell them that the executed man was a war criminal and a murderer. If they aren't war criminals, they've got nothing to worry about. And if they complain we're being too hard on them, they can just sit and wait for a prisoner exchange. I'd rather get our own people back, anyway."
"But sir!" he said shrilly, sounding annoyingly like Threepio. "We have laws governing the treatment of prisoners. They're complaining…"
"Tell 'em to shut up," Han snapped. "They lost the war." The Lieutenant retreated in a huff.
The governor stepped forward. "General Solo, that is not how we do things on Korgia."
Han rolled his eyes. "He was a war criminal," he repeated. "And you know, we're still treating these guys better than the Imperials would treat us."
Luke joined in. "Governor, that's not how we in the New Republic do things, either." Han threw him a warning look. Luke ignored it and plowed on anyway. "The Minister will apologize to you for her actions." He looked pointedly at his sister. Her face remained impassive.
"You should be formally reprimanded!" the governor chided. The protocol secretary nodded in agreement. "Or even arrested. You just killed a defenseless man in cold blood."
Han saw an opening. "Right. Minister Organa, I'm placing you in protective custody. Please come with me." Taking her arm, he led her down the hallway, away from that pack of vornskrs, to a wood-paneled study filled with neat rows of books. A maid was dusting.
"Out, now, please, thank you," Han told her. The maid smiled at him alluringly before leaving. Han locked the door, sat down in one of the plush armchairs and pulled Leia onto his lap. She buried her head in his neck and sobbed as his arms encircled her.