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Chapter Two: The Prince of Corellia

She looked up as the man, the prince, stopped at the top of the ramp, and she was sure her heart stopped. He was dressed in black from head to toe. His feet were incased in knee high black boots. They were so reflective she could see the sky shining in them. His black pants were tucked into the boots, and a black silk shirt was tucked into the pants. He had a cloak on; it billowed around his frame, held on by a silver chain. The silver circlet around his head had an onyx stone inlaid into it.

But his eyes…Leia was entranced. They were a dark, stormy grey. No…That's not right…Leia thought. His eyes were grey, but all shades of grey, from nearly white to black. And they shifted. Leia couldn't tear her eyes from the man.

Leia…close your mouth. Luke's voice penetrated her skull. Her teeth clanked shut abruptly. The prince strode down the ramp. Luke kept his eyes on his sister, a smirk on his face.

"My Han, how you've changed," Mara said snidely. The Prince's stormy eyes traveled up and down Mara's body.

"Nice dress, Mara."

Mara's eyes widened slightly. The Prince turned to Luke and Leia and swept his cloak back in an exaggerated bow. "Your worships, I am Han Solo-kal, Prince of Corellia."

"I'm Luke, that's Leia." Han looked up.

"Not the queen and king?"

"They escorted your father and Brache to the palace," Mara said quickly, "Han, who is-"

His eyes flashed dangerously. "I will not speak of her."

Lando stepped up. "We should hurry. The King will want you to greet Luke and Leia's parents."

Han nodded curtly. "Chewie, lets lock her up. Don't want anyone getting into trouble."

Han and Chewbacca quickly went to work locking down the ship. Mara stared at it, getting a better look at it.

"That thing is a hunk of junk, Solo. Where did you find the poor ship? She should be put out of her misery."

Han turned, his cloak swirling around him.

Nice effect, Luke thought to his sister dryly. He saw her try to not to smile.

"The Falcon is the fastest hunk of junk in the charted galaxy." Han turned and locked the hatch. He punched in a new code and turned. "You'd do well to remember that, Mara Jade.

"Lead on, your worships."

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Luke and Leia walked side by side, Han coming up behind them. He feels like a cloud of anger…Leia thought.

Yes…but I can't sense anything beyond the anger. Luke replied in her mind.

They arrived at the palace, only to be greeted by a golden protocol droid.

"Oh! Prince Luke, Princess Leia! Thank goodness I've found you! Their majesty's Amidala and Anakin wish you to proceed immediately to the throne room."

"Thanks, Threepio," Luke said dryly. The prince and princess continued in, followed by Han, who was flanked by Chewbacca and Lando, and they were followed by the rest of the entourage.

Han's eyes darted around the palace; taking in the wide, open windows and the sunlight. The palace was light and airy. Colorful tapestries decorated the walls. Corellia was like this…once, long ago.

They came upon a pair of very large guards standing in front of huge, intricately carved doors. The guards nodded at Luke and Leia and they pushed the doors in. The doors groaned on their hinges.

Heavy doors, difficult to open in a rush, Han thought to himself as he followed the prince and princess into the throne room. Looking around, Han decided it was more of a council room than a throne room. There were four thrones on a dais in the center of the circular room. The walls were honeycombed with chairs.

The delegates were sitting in the honeycombed walls, watching the silent parade before them. Han's eyes quickly picked out his father and Brache. His eyes narrowed before he locked his eyes on the back of the princess's head; anything so he wouldn't have to look at Brache.

The dais turned, revealing Amidala and Anakin sitting on the throne. The queen and king smiled at their children. Amidala's eyes traveled to the prince of Corellia. He was a vision resplendent in black. She saw Anakin tense out of the corner of her eye. She moved her hand and grasped his before standing up.

"Welcome, Kylan Solo-Kal, prince of Corellia."

Luke and Leia traded surprised glances. He said his name was Han!

Instead of kneeling, as would have been appropriate, the prince of Corellia swept his cloak back and clutched his fist to his chest.

"Your majesty, it would please me if you were to call me Han, and not my given name."

Amidala stared down at him critically. "As you wish…Han Solo-Kal, Prince of Corellia."

Mara saw Han close his eyes briefly, seeming to thank the queen. Amidala gestured to her husband.

"This is Anakin, my husband and king. You have met my children."

Han nodded to Anakin, who returned the gesture slowly. Something was strange about this prince. Han turned and took his place next to Luke. Luke smiled tightly at the older prince, who returned the smile as a one sided twitch of his mouth.

Suddenly, a voice called out.

"Your majesties, you must call him by his given name," the woman rushed to the front of the dais, shoving Leia out of the way. Leia stumbled, but the large Wookie grabbed her arm and held her up. She looked up at him and smiled, mouthing a silent 'thank you.' The Wookie nodded and slowly released his grip on her arm.

Brache bowed submissively before Amidala and Anakin. "He has no right to ask you to call him by his childhood name, he is a man, and should be-"

Her voice was drowned out by a roar. Leia jumped sideways into her brother as the Wookie bellowed in anger and began to rush Brache.

"Chewie, no!" Han stepped up, putting his hand on his furry friend's chest. "As much as I want her dead," he whispered, "Now is not the time or place."

"As I was saying, he should be called-"

"He should be called Han Solo-Kal," Anakin said softly, silencing the woman with a look, "for that is what he wishes to be called, and you have no power over him. His father is not objecting, so why should you?"

Brache opened and closed her mouth, looking very stupid.

"Now, get back to your seat or I will have you escorted from this chamber," Anakin growled, his voice dark.

Han nodded to the king again, and slowly dropped his hand from Chewie's chest.

"The delegations will begin tomorrow. Dinner will be served in three standard hours in the grand ballroom. An appointed guard will show you the way at the appropriate time. We will see you then," Amidala called out, her voice reaching every member of the delegation.

The sound of rustling filled the room as the delegates filed out. Korul stalked down and grabbed Brache's arm. He dragged her from the room, talking in dark, angry tones to her as they left.

Soon, it was just the Skywalkers, their guards, and Han, Chewie, and Lando. Amidala and Anakin stepped off the dais onto the tiled floor.

"Luke and Leia will escort you to your quarters, Han," Amidala said, smiling at the prince. He nodded.

"Will you children be joining us for dinner?" Anakin asked.

Leia looked up. "We have the option to skip it?"

Anakin smiled. "No. But this group will be given their own table, close to a door, if you get my point." Anakin took his wife's hand and they walked from the room.

"Which means we get to skip the boring part, at least," Luke said with a grin. He turned to Han. "C'mon, we'll show you your room. You're going to be up the tower a ways from me and Leia's room."

Luke turned and started to walk out, the others following quickly. With one last look towards the dais, Han jogged to keep up.

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