Vader smiled at his little girl.
He had taken her to a doctor and had him check for a reason that she was mute. He had told Vader that she had been scared out of speaking, so Vader had carefully helped her to calm down.
When she had calmed down enough to learn to talk, one of the first things she had told him was that her name was Laasya. So Vader watched Laasya dancing around the living room of his castle. The little girl loved spinning and prancing around her adoptive father's home. She was about five now and Vader loved having her around. Her smiles and sweet laughter warmed his cold, dark home. And his increasingly cold, dark heart.
"Come on, Laasya. It's bedtime." Vader grabbed one twirling arm and led his daughter to bed.
"Will you read me a story, Daddy?" she held her favorite story book up to her father.
"Sorry, I have a mission I need to start on tomorrow. I need to get some sleep." He tucked her in, kissed her goodnight, and turned off the lights.
"Goodnight!" Laasya called after her father.
"Goodnight."
Neither one of them could know that the mission would go so terribly wrong.
