I'm taking a good guess that no one remembers who I am. Tis okay. All that matters is that people read and review. . So, standard 'Im broke' disclaimers apply. Go, shoo, and here, have a little plot update:

Leia is taken from her own home into the emperors as a Jedi heir. In the palace, she encounters a sheltered lifestyle, all while discrepancies slowly slip into the cracks of her confidence of knowledge and the security that has become her new home begins to look shady. H/L has entered the building.

Leaps and Bounds with a Kiss

Once again, I am stomping through the halls toward my room, reasons all having occurred before, and a manservant stops me. He pays proper respect before he continues. "Emperor Vader requests that you dress for dinner now, and meet him afterwards in the side passage." I blink at him. "Fine." He leads me to the office a few hallways away and holds the door open to my room before he leaves. With the door open, I get the full wave of heavy energy rolling out of the room to verse my own energy for a moment. His voice breaks through the gold and red and swirling in front of my eyes. He doesn't notice a thing and barely turns around to speak to me.

"Leia, there are minor occurrences you need to take care of while I do some paper work." I narrow my eyes at him, but dare not ask anything. I caught that underlying tone of his statement. He is displeased. There is something glittering dangerously about him that screams stupidity if this was refused. I faintly growl before replying with my acceptance.

He touches my bowed head, however, before he leaves. He must be stressed, that is the only time he ever does anything like that. However, I reach the conclusion while i quickly prepare for court that this day was far too long, and hearing sniveling civilians complain about Emperor Vader's imposed lifestyle will do nothing to improve my day.

Yeah, so far the whole benevolent ruler thing was barely working. I settle for neutrality over my natural urge, to tell these people to go home, get a new life, or get used to their old life. "Yes, your land will be compensated for. Next." Judging by the crying, I think that they wanted me to say they could keep their land…oh well. "Han Solo, Ma'am." I look up to see a very familiar face. He recognizes me as well but is highly confused. It's probably not a new emotion for him though. "You are here to drop off supplies." He neutrally nods, and passes up a packet of papers.

The top is what he delivered, and the one beneath it is what was ordered. My eyes flick to him when I notice that the top sheet has a great deal extra than what was requested. More money was supplied as well than what the budget dictated earlier in the old man's room. There's an unmarked signature line. Next to it, it says delivery recipient and delivery boy's signature, in much more dignified fashions of course. I hold my hand out for pen. It's placed in my open palm. "Solo, you missed a line." It takes him but a moment to practically prance up the steps like he owns them, and then reaches for my pen.

Our fingers touch, and that was precisely what I was aiming for. My golden blue eyes are wide with shock for a moment, but that moment is barely long at all. He is hiding something, and something big. I just don't know what yet. While this happens, he takes my hand and signs my signature roughly with his guiding before he signs his own line. My eyes flash in rage. How dare he!

He smirks at me with the proximity of our bodies concealing what exactly was happening to the common folk. I glare at him, and contemplate calling the guards. I mouth a single word in warning before i call out his dismissal. His smirk doesn't change, but his eyes flick back and forth, and the frigid temp around us both is broken when he cockily takes my hand, and kisses it. "Of course, you're highness."

I keep glaring as his strutting back, and his smirk carries him down the steps, down the carpeting, and literally whistling out the door. To resist my temper, I focus my attention on the remaining problems of the night, and to my subtle irritation, people are happier with the aforementioned attention.

I go to the head of security before I go to bed that night. My order of do not let that man enter. I'm refused and raise an eyebrow in response, but nothing ever comes. I am instead all but carried back to my bedroom. Everyone around me acted like this was normal the entire time.

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Part I of a Saturn's Darkness update.