Author's Note: Hey there fellow Star-Wars lovers! I'm re-editing this book (and the other one too, don't worry!) so things will hopefully make more sense, there'll be a better flow to the story, and my main OC isn't as Mary-Sueish as she was before...cringe. Sorry for the delay between chapters - real life is thoroughly abusing me! Much love, Princess Kanako x

Title: Episode I - A New Beginning

Author: Princess Kanako

Pairing(s): Obi-Wan/OC, Qui-Gon/OC, possible OC/OC

Date Submitted: 2/3/15

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or any of its affiliates; they belong to George Lucas/Disney...I still can't get used to Disney owning Star Wars

Claimer: I do own my OCs, a few plot ideas, and several other things that pop up along the way.

Genre: Adventure, Romance, Drama, Sci-fi

Summary: A year after the Naboo Blockade, Qui-Gon Jinn is struggling to recover. The Arryian princess proves to be a useful distraction from his thoughts, but the pampered princess is far more observant than Qui-Gon anticipated. Can she help him overcome the pains of the past? Or will he refuse to let her in?


Chapter four

"Do you require anything else, my lady?" Moirae asked as the princess sat at the end of her bed, binding her hair into a loose plait. "Some food - wine, perhaps? I believe they had some of our Moonwine brought up."

"That does sound tempting," Calassë said wistfully, a small smile playing on her lips as she tied the ribbon deftly. "Perhaps just one glass. And offer one to our guests, of course."

"Of course, my lady," Moirae agreed amiably as she gathered up the princess's crumpled dress. "I will be back momentarily."

"Take your time," she replied absently as the door swished shut. Pushing herself off the bed, Calassë made her way over to the window, her eyes gazing through the glass to the bright lights of the city. It was beautiful here, she thought, but she missed her home, though she would never admit it. The door hissed open again, barely audible, and footsteps sounded in the room. She didn't bother looking around, she knew it was Moirae.

"Is everything to your liking, my lady?" a deep voice rumbled, and she turned around sharply, automatically falling into a defensive stance. She straightened almost immediately, her cheeks heating slightly as she recognized Master Jinn. "I apologise for startling you," he added, a tinge of amusement creeping into his tone.

"Try not to do that again, Master Jinn," Calassë answered in clipped tones, "It isn't wise."

"I am truly sorry," he repeated, and she nodded.

"Was there something you wished to ask?" she questioned when he made no move to leave.

"Only to inform you that the Jedi Council wish to meet you in the morning," Qui-Gon replied mildly. Calassë's lip curled.

"They want to see if I'm truly worth their time?" she guessed as the Jedi Master shrugged.

"The official reason is to welcome you to Coruscant," he answered with a small smile of his own, "But I would be a liar if I didn't say that some of the more outspoken Council members weren't curious about you."

"Understandable," she replied, shrugging elegantly, "I'm a wild card - they have no idea how to play me yet."

"Who says they will 'play' you at all?" Qui-Gon asked curiously. Calassë fixed her gaze on him, her white nightgown and loosely plaited hair making her look like a little girl, despite the ancient sadness in her eyes.

"Master Jinn, I am a princess," she said quietly, lacing her fingers together loosely. "I will always be part of one scheme or another, I will always have a part to play; no matter how unwilling I am to be played."

"Is there anything you wish to have?" he asked after several minutes of silence. She shook her head.

"No," she responded softly. "I'm sorry to keep you up so late."

"You're not keeping me up," he said, surprised.

"But you look tired," she insisted in that strange, soft voice of hers as she crossed the room to stand before him. "I can see it in your eyes." She raised a hand and brushed his temple gently with her soft fingers as though in a trance. "You should try to get some sleep," she whispered, lowering her hand once more and padding over to her bed. "It will help."

Qui-Gon didn't trust his voice and merely nodded before departing from the room - and 500 Republica.


"Good morrow, my Lady," Moirae said cheerfully as she swept into the room, her mistress pushing the covers off of herself, "Did you sleep well?"

"Well enough," she answered sleepily, rubbing a hand on her cheek as she swung her legs out of bed.

"It's going to be a warm day," Moirae reported from the window as she opened the drapes, "You have a meeting with the Jedi Council in two hours."

Calassë groaned quietly.

"Do I have to?" she muttered, sounding like a sulky child. Moirae's lips pressed together.

"Yes you do," she said firmly, holding her laughter back. "And as a Princess, if you please, not an annoyed little girl."

Calassë shot her handmaiden a dark look, as Moirae stared back serenely.

"I sometimes wonder why we're friends, Moirae," she huffed, standing up and padding her way over to the bathing chamber. She had long since given up arguing with the woman. It always proved pointless, and more often than not, she would end up regretting it later.


"There now," Moirae said over an hour later as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, "You look lovely, if I say so myself."

Calassë smiled, eyeing her reflection in the glass before her. The dress she wore was rather simple compared to her usual attire, but far more comfortable than her more formal robes. Besides, she was supposed to be undercover.

"Excuse me my lady, but the Jedi are here to take you to Council," Raina announced, popping her head around the door. Calassë nodded and went with Moirae to the main room of the apartment, where Thantos stood, talking quietly with Obi-Wan.

"Good morning, my lady," he greeted, bowing. "If you'll just come with us, your transport is waiting."

"Of course, Master Thantos," Calassë agreed smoothly, "I trust someone is staying with my ladies while I am at Council?"

"I am, my lady," Obi-Wan answered, slipping his hands into his sleeves. "I assure you, they'll be quite safe."

The princess smiled at him, then followed Thantos towards the lift, leaving him with Moirae.

"Quite safe, you say?" she asked him, amusement in her voice. "So the big strong Jedi Knight will protect us?"

"Naturally," Obi-Wan replied.

"You think females cannot defend themselves?" she questioned.

"Not very well, in my experience," the Jedi answered.

She stared at him for a moment, her green eyes narrowed, then in one quick move grasped his wrist and twisted it behind his back, pinning him face first into the floor.

"Still think females cannot defend themselves?" Moirae asked pleasantly as Obi-Wan coughed beneath her, trying to not get carpet in his mouth.

"I believe I've been enlightened," he managed to say. Moirae hummed, then stood back as Obi-Wan stood himself, straightening his robes.

"Might I offer you some refreshments?" she asked, as though she hadn't just floored him - literally. "Some tea, perhaps?"

"Tea?" Obi-Wan's eyebrow rose. "What is that?"

Moirae's own brow rose. "You don't know what tea is?" she asked incredulously, "It's a drink that is made with hot water and leaves, and you flavour it with milk, honey, cream or sugar."

"Really?" Obi-Wan's stomach flipped uneasily. "Sounds rather strange to me."

"It's better than that brown sludge you gave me yesterday," she sniffed, signalling for something. "It tastes vile." Obi-Wan grinned.

"Oh, caf?" he said innocently. "Marvellous stuff. Keeps you awake and energised."

"Barbarian," Moirae teased as the copper-haired Gwenhiel brought in a tray and laid out two cups, "How do you live with yourself?"

"With much patience, my lady," Obi-Wan said solemnly as Gwenhiel left the room silently and Moirae swept over to the table, filling the cups with an amber liquid, and adding some white liquid to the mix, stirring with a silver teaspoon.

"You must be the shame of the temple," she said in mock-haughtiness.

"The laughing stock," he deadpanned.

"What do your superiors do with you?"

Obi-Wan smiled somewhat bitterly. "Ignore me. I'm not of much importance, so it's easily done."

Moirae stared at him before lowering her eyes. "Forgive me. I shouldn't have-"

"It's alright," he interrupted, placing a hand over hers, "I don't mind sharing the truth-" his eyes seemed to pierce her. "-with those that are worthy of it."

Moirae smiled again, and squeezed his fingers lightly before having a sip of tea. Obi-Wan followed suit, his stomach flipping again – but not in a bad way this time.


To be continued...