Alright, here it is - the chapter you have all been waiting for - LEIA'S BACKSTORY! Okay, fine. You're not all that interested, and you're just reading it 'cuz it relates. But don't give up on me! It's a wonderful story!
It was a long time ago. I was only seven when I found my father.
A Senate meeting was just ending, and I had been watching my father and mother debate. Unlike most seven-year-olds, I mostly understood what was going on in the meeting. I cannot remember what it was about now, but I remember so clearly what happened afterwards.
After the Senate meeting, my father had turned away from me to talk to another Senator. A man in a beige cloak and hood tapped me on the shoulder. I didn't know it was Vader at the time - it was the first Senate meeting I had been to. All I saw - and felt - was a man in a hood.
He smiled at me - I could feel it - and took my hand. "Hello, little one. Come, walk with me." I sensed no hostility from him - in fact, I sensed the opposite - kindness and welcoming and…something else. Something I couldn't identify. I hadn't felt anything like it. I decided he could be trusted, and let him guide me. We walked for a time, but I didn't mind. His feelings had enveloped me, and I felt safe near him. I didn't notice my legs growing tired, nor any sort of discomfort.
Eventually we arrived in an old storage room. Crates were piled up haphazardly, most of them empty. My companion picked me up and set me on a low crate. I dangled my legs over the edge, looking at him. He knelt down and flipped off his hood, revealing the kind face of the man I suddenly knew to be my father.
I didn't take the information as…violently…as you did. I was overwhelmed, yes, but in a strangely pleasant way. I felt light, as if I could fly for my happiness. My father had come, and I was safe, safer than I had ever been. I wrapped my arms around him, and he stroked my hair. He started to murmur, and I stayed like that for a long time before I fell asleep.
(A/N: Vader talking now.) But when she did fall asleep, her adopted parents had been looking for her for a long time. I tucked her underneath my arm-she was very small back then- and draped my cloak around her to conceal her. I put my hood up and went to find her parents.
I met Bail in a mostly empty hallway. "Vader! I-I was just looking for my daughter. Have you seen her?"
"I have." I flip back my cloak and reveal her peacefully sleeping under my arm.
"Oh, thank you!" He reached out to take her, but I made no move. I had only just found my daughter, and as selfish as it was, I wanted as much time with her as possible.
"Ah…could I have my daughter back, please?"
"Yes. Of course." I hand her over to Bail, wishing that I could have just taken her. But having the Princess disappear would have probably make Alderaan revolt.
Bail looked back at me as he hurried away, probably knowing that I knew. And I looked back at him, knowing that someday, someday soon, I would have my daughter back.
This is the third chapter today I've finished and published. (Okay, one of those was a oneshot.) Anyhoo, review please!