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Oh, boy! I've been looking forward to a certain scene in this chapter. It's towards the end of the chapter. You'll know it when you see it.

I'll warn you all there will be a lot of drama in this chapter. So grab some snacks and strap yourselves in.

Many characters will appear in this chapter. It starts off with Ruwee then we see Leia, Padmé, Vader, Rex, and Mas Amedda. Han and Chewbacca will appear briefly too. That's not even all of them.

This is also the longest chapter I've ever done to date, it's over 10,800 words.


Chapter Nine

Dismissal

Coruscant

Ruwee looked around. This was a bad idea.

He groaned, now he remembered why he never came to these things. That and he usually wasn't invited unless his siblings asked if he'd like to come. The music was too loud. It was nothing he listened to, it sounded like awful Rimmer tunes. Luke probably would have liked it.

Then there were a lot of beings here, way too many.

Both genders were also wearing some very revealing or tight swimwear. He supposed they wanted to show off their slim figures, curves, muscles, or buff bodies.

Most of them were rich kids, many them were also nobles. They were sons and daughters of Senators, staff members, bureaucrats, lawyers, and corporate leaders. Some he even recognized from the Academy. There was Caul, son of Headmaster Gentis, Shens, Zare Leonis, and there was—oh no.

Ruwee cursed under his breath.

What was he doing here?

Ruwee looked around. Nevermind him. He was hoping to see more...interesting and friendlier beings.

Ah, there was Bail Organa, Prince Consort and Senator of Alderaan. More importantly, he was Princess Winter's father.

Ruwee exhaled, he hoped to make a good impression, maybe someday when his parents looked for a suitable match for him...

Ruwee's eyes drifted towards the young woman at Senator Organa's side, his daughter, Princess Winter. She was wearing a beautiful white gown with purple lace trim. There were two straps that hinted at the swimsuit she had on underneath.

Maybe someday...

He stared at Winter.

Maybe...

Ruwee smiled, he had little desire for a political or military post. Though he knew it was almost certain he would receive some post or titles as he grew older and eventually married. Secretly he would not mind becoming consort of Alderaan. Maybe even Moff of the Alderaanian sector. It made sense to him. Some minor Lord or so-called Clone Wars hero named Praji had been named Moff of the sector. Surely Mother and Father longed to replace the man.

But that was hopefully still years away.

Winter and her father noticed his gaze.

Ruwee looked away. He didn't want to look like a complete fool and creep.

Too late.

They were both walking over here.

Winter ran to Ruwee's side. She smelled like flowers. "Father," She then spun to face to the man. How did her hair move so perfectly? "Father, this is Prince Ruwee."

"Your Royal Imperial Highness," Bail tilted his head, "You have certainly sprouted since I last saw you."

The pair had only seen each from a distance at Imperial gatherings and parties over the years. The pair had not actually spoken to one another since some gathering or gala a few years back.

They shook hands.

Ruwee hoped his handshake wasn't too flimsy or firm. He had been trying to work on it. "Senator," Ruwee tried to put on his best smile. He always liked the man. Despite his career choice, he seemed like an honorable man and those were hard to come by on Coruscant. "I uh, hope Queen Breha is well." Should he say anything else?

"She is, my Prince," Bail smiled. "Thank you," He seemed to be studying him. "How are the Emperor and Empress?"

"Uh, they're doing very well," Ruwee nodded. "Uh, very busy, as usual."

"How are your brother and sister?"

Ruwee knew he meant Luke and Leia. "Luke is attending...uh, university offworld." That was the current official story. Though in a way he supposed it wasn't exactly a lie. "A-And Leia...Leia is supposed to be coming home soon." That was what Mother had vaguely hinted at as he left this evening. Though he did not know any details.

"I hope the Prince is doing well with his studies and I look forward to your sister's return. Please send her my regards and ask her to visit." Bail had doted on Leia like she was a second daughter. He had served as her mentor since she was twelve.

"Please excuse me," Bail said, more guests had just arrived off the turbolift.

"Of course," Ruwee nodded.

"Thank you for coming," Winter pecked him on the cheek. "Please excuse me while I greet more guests."

"Uh, yes, of course," Bewildered, Ruwee raised his hand to touch his cheek. He froze. No, no, he would never touch nor wash his cheek again.

He turned back.

His smile faded.

And there he was, Garoche, son of Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin.

Ruwee gritted his teeth.

Why?

He and Princess Winter greeted one another. He also handed her a small wrapped gift with a pretty purple bow that matched her dress.

They even smiled at one another.

Ruwee narrowed his blue and brown eyes.

Why was that arrogant prick here? Was it simply because social protocol demanded it?

He hoped he and Winter weren't friends, good friends, or anything for that matter.

Were they?

He prayed Garoche was only here due to social protocol as the son of Moff Tarkin. One of the most powerful men in the Empire. Hopefully they were merely acquaintances and they had bumped into each other...

Was that why she had invited Ruwee?

He frowned. He was a son of the Emperor and Empress. He hoped that wasn't the reason or the only reason.

Ruwee could also not help but think of all the times Garoche had picked on him. He had tripped Ruwee three times though he claimed they were all accidents.

"Oops, sorry Weewee," Garoche, another boy, and girl laughed. That was the name someone came up with years ago when they first attended the Royal Imperial Academy. Though Ruwee did not believe Garoche came up with the name. He was not clever enough.

The last time Garoche ever tripped him, Luke had Force pushed him against a wall. Rage written across his face. "That's enough!"

Garoche gasped, "Let me go."

"Not yet," Luke murmured without breaking his stare. He walked towards his prey.

"Let me go, I demand it." Garoche squirmed and kicked. "Let me go or you will suffer the consequences."

Luke smirked, "I'm fully prepared—"

"My father will hear of this."

"Oh, oh, I'm certain he will. I'm counting on it." Luke sounded completely cool and calm.

Ruwee always wished he could have been as cool and popular with beings as his elder brother. Especially with the ladies.

"You're not even supposed to use y-your wizard powers," Garoche pointed out. He made a yelping sound as he went up higher. He clearly was not fond of heights.

Luke tilted his head, "I'm also certain my father would be most displeased to hear how a potential future Moff is pushing around one of his sons." Garoche would presumably inherit his father's title as Moff of Eriadu. The rules of Moffs and how they were passed on were not exactly heredity. Back when some Moffs rebelled against the new Emperor and Empress, their ranks and titles were given to new loyalists.

Garoche went silent after that.

"Do you know what my father does to the men or women that displease him? Hm?" Everyone knew the stories and legends. Some were widely exaggerated, but in this case, they served a purpose. "I'd think very carefully before you push around my brother again."

One day Luke would also possess that power. Ruwee wondered why his brother had not pointed that out. Maybe because Luke was...afraid to take the Throne. Ruwee supposed Luke was afraid of all the responsibility and living up to their parents' legacy. Ruwee was certain there would be rebellions after their parents' deaths. Beings again challenging the Empire for power and their independence. Especially those that considered Leia heir to the Throne.

Someone grasped Ruwee's shoulder. He didn't even need to look.

"Hi, Garoche," Ruwee said politely as he could muster. He held up a hand to hold back his Guard.

For now.

"Ah, Prince Weewee," Garoche wore that same...smirk he always wore. "I was just looking for you."

Ruwee pulled away. "Leave me alone, good evening, Cadet Tarkin."

Garoche chased after him, "Aw come on, I was hoping for news about my Father and your sister."

Ruwee was confused, "What?" Why would he have news on Grand Moff Tarkin?

"You haven't heard?" Garoche said. "My Father has gone to retrieve your sister."

Ruwee raised a brow. "How do you know this?"

"Again, how have you not heard?" Garoche shook his head. "She's in the Anoat sector. She was kidnapped by some smuggler who works or I suppose worked for Imperial Intelligence."

Kidnapped? Smuggler?

Ruwee doubted that was the case, but remained silent. Assuming it was even true, he was just glad she had been found. Hopefully she was unharmed. Again, he did not buy she had been held captive. He would know more later tonight or tomorrow morning.

Maybe he should head home and see if everything was alright. He wondered if the guard knew something.

"Excuse me," Ruwee managed to slip away from Garoche.

He walked towards the Guard near the pool that watched him from a safe distance. The other stationed over by the door. Also watching from a distance along with all the guests that came through the doors."Guard, before we left my Mother mentioned Leia was coming home. Did she mention anything else to you?"

"Negative, Your Royal Imperial Highness," The Guard replied.

Ruwee could not tell if he was genuine or not. "I'll stay for a little while longer." He did not want to seem rude. "Then we'll leave."

The Guard nodded, "As long as we're home by 2100." Those were his orders.

Ruwee nodded his head in acknowledgment.


Ruwee ended up staying a bit longer than expected.

First there were some games, from trivia to water games.

At first it was amazing, almost like a dream. Ruwee wasn't last to be picked and he scored five points in net ball. But then he began to wonder, how? Were they letting him win? It was the only explanation that made sense. Only it did not, he was never the most popular of the Vaders. Nor had he ever been talented in the physical parts of physical education. Nor had he ever bothered with sports as a child. Besides, Ruwee was often picked last in free time. That was when he began to heavily read books.

The captain of his team and the boy on the other team, Ruwee scored against, both of them who had barely spoken with him at the Academy, suddenly introduced themselves and even shook his hand.

Why?

Ruwee wasn't sure what to make of that. Both of them excelled at sports, so they must have let him win. Why? It did not make any sense. Why would they let him win? Yes, Ruwe was a Prince, but he was hardly first nor even second in line. He had no real power or influence. He barely even attended sessions at the Senate.

As Ruwee considered these events, there was a message from Queen Breha, all the way from Alderaan.

Breha made a speech about how proud she and Bail were and such, but Ruwee was too busy thinking to hear what they said.

There would be a ceremony on Alderaan when Bail and Winter returned home. Something about challenges and now she was the official heir apparent to Alderaan's Throne.

Then everyone began eating their desserts.

Ruwee scarfed his marble cake and pudding down then realized he should say his farewells.

So he began searching for Princess Winter.

After a few moments, he found her, but she was talking to Lieda and some other young ladies.

He kept his distance and waited...and waited.

Then she excused herself and began walking away.

No, he needed to catch her before she began a long conversation with others.

Ruwee took long strides to catch up with her when someone hit him in the shoulder. It hurt.

"Stalking the Princess, are you?" Said a familiar voice from the side.

Garoche? Where had he come from?

"Oh, no, I wasn't—"

"Wasn't thinking you'd get caught?" Garoche said darkly

Ruwee wasn't at school now, he could and would act like a Prince. Nor was Luke here to help him. "Garoche Tarkin, I order you to—"

Garoche cut him off. He suddenly seemed very tall. "Oh, you're ordering me." He was very angry.

"Garoche, I will not ask again," Ruwee said very quietly. He wished he had said it louder. To sound more regal and commanding. "Look, just back away."

Garoche did not. Nor would he.

It grew very quiet.

Ruwee could feel every eye on them.

He swallowed, hoping he wasn't blushing.

Ruwee silently gave his Guard the signal.

Three fingers, a fist, then three fingers again.

He felt the crimson's guard's thundering footsteps as he marched this way.

Garoche must have seen the fist, because then his fist landed in Ruwee's stomach.

Ruwee stumbled back. It didn't hurt much, he was shocked more than anything.

Another fist hit him again, this time it was his mouth.

Ruwee swung his arms. One hand grabbed Garoche's nose and the other his jacket. Then Ruwee hit him in the chest.

The Red Guards pulled the boys apart. Followed by a few of Organa's men.

"Are you alright?" The Guard asked Ruwee who barely heard him.

Enraged, both Ruwee and Garoche tried to pull free, so they could hit one another again.

"No, no, no." Bail Organa stood between the two young men. "Enough!" He shouted. "This isn't the schoolyard." Bail locked eyes with Garoche as he whispered, "You fool! HittingARoyalImperialPrinceCouldBeConsideredHighTreason." He paused, "Let's not make this any worse."

"Unhand me," Garoche tried to wiggle free, but the guard overpowered him. "My Father will hear about this," He spat.

Bail nodded, "I hope he does." His composure was calm and artful. "Garoche, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." It was so well mannered and rehearsed, but it didn't actually sound rehearsed.

"What?" Garoche said with absolute disbelief.

Bail ignored the young man's protests. "Guards, see that Cadet Tarkin gets home safely. If Governor Tarkin has any questions, he may comm my office in the morning."

"Yes, sir," One of the guards said with a thick Alderaanian accent.

Reluctantly Garoche walked towards the exit and turbolift doors.

Bail looked around the room to the many staring eyes. "Alright, show's over. Everyone go back to having a good time."

Not all, but most beings turned away and resumed their conversations. Noise and chatter filled the room again.

"Your Highness," Bail looked to Ruwee. "Are you alright?"

Princess Winter also approached Ruwee.

"Y-yes, uh, thank you, my Lord." Ruwee winced as he felt a sharp pain surge through his lower lip.

"Your lip is bleeding."

Ruwee hadn't noticed. He reached for his lip, "Ow."

"I'll have a medical droid look at it."

"No, it's fine. I got it, Father." Winter had worked at several medcenters in various systems as part of her challenges.

Winter led him down the hallway to fresher. One of the Red Guards trailed closely behind them.

Ruwee could not help but be embarrassed.

Winter pulled bacta, swabs, and other supplies out of the cabinets and drawers.

Ruwee shook his head, "I'll never understand him."

Winter studied his lip, "Garoche has always been a hothead."

"Then why did you invite him?" Ruwee asked.

"Hold still," Winter brushed a medical swab against his lip to clean it up. "My Father wishes to keep friendly relations with everyone." The sons and daughters of the Imperial powers that be was certainly one way to do it.

"Hm," Ruwee looked at her. "Is that why you invited me?"

Winter did not hesitant this time, "One of the reasons."

Ruwee waited until she was finished to ask, "What were the others?"

Winter smiled warmly, "I always thought you had fascinating eyes." One blue, one brown.

Ruwee began to blush.

Noticing his discomfort, Winter then said, "I think Garoche is jealous."

Ruwee was confused by the change of subject, "Of my eyes?"

"Keep still," Winter said again. This time she applied some bacta to the swab which gently brushed against his lip. "I'm a Princess. You're a Prince. He is not. He has no title. No rank. Yet his Father is a Grand Moff, a very powerful man. He is not, except a mere cadet. Can you imagine the pressure on him?"

Ruwee sat there for a moment. Thinking this over. Maybe he and Garoche had more in common than he realized. "I hadn't thought of that," He shrugged. "Doesn't make me like him any better." Pity him maybe? At least Ruwee had two older siblings and the title of Prince.

"No," Winter giggled then her voice grew very soft. "But try to be compassionate." She pressed the swab against his lip.

"Ow." Ruwee winced.

"Sorry," Winter check it over. "There, how does that feel?"

Ruwee flexed his lips. It felt a little better. Tender, but it would take a little time before the bacta set in. It would barely be noticeable by morning. "Thanks."

Winter put the medical supplies away, "You are most welcome."

They just stood there.

Staring at one another in silence.

Winter touched his cheek.

There was a knock at the door. "Your Highness," Said the Red Guard. "Your Highness, it's nearly 2100."

"Y-yes," Ruwee cleared his throat and exhaled. "Yes, alright, thank you. I'll be along in a moment."

Princess Winter turned back to look at Ruwee. "I take it you're about to turn into a pumpkin." Thinking back to the old fairytale.

"Yes," Ruwee went to slide his hands in his pockets, but quickly remembered his swim trunks didn't have any pockets. "Sorry, I have to go."

"Me too," Winter said brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Ruwee's lip trembled, he wanted to say something but couldn't think of anything.

"Comm me sometime," Winter said while playing with her loose strand of hair.

"I will, goodnight, Winter." Ruwee lowered his head.

Princess Winter slightly lowered her head, "Goodnight, my Prince." She reached up and nearly kissed his lips, but remembering his hurt lip kissed his strong jaw instead.

Ruwee smiled as she led him out of the fresher and escorted him and the Guard to the turbolift.


Shortly...

General Rex greeted him as he got off the elevator.

"The Builder is in," Rex replied in his wrist comm. It was one of Ruwee's codenames. He had been named after his grandfather who died shortly before his birth. Ruwee Naberrie had been a builder before becoming a teacher at Theed University.

"Copy," A voice replied from the wrist comm.

"I'm turning in," Rex replied and clicked off his comm for the night. He disappeared into the dark corridor.

Ruwee nodded at the Imperial Red Guards, who as always remained still as statues. Some days he never noticed them. They had been present his entire life and again, they were like statues. Some strange, beautiful piece one would find in a museum and once in while they'd stand in a different chamber or area. He thought back to the Guards who had escorted him to the part y this evening. He wondered what they looked like. Were they deformed like his Father? Were they all the same? Perhaps they were Clone Troopers, descended from the late bounty hunter Jango Fett.

He walked up the stairs and down the hall towards the bedrooms. There were four more guards in the hallway, but that was nothing unusual. That was about how many were on guard this time of night.

Suddenly Ruwee even remembered guards sleeping by his bedside when he was small and the threat level was very high. He wondered why? What did that matter or have to do with anything?

Ruwee began grinning like an idiot. He didn't care if it hurt his lip.

He was so happy.

He was elated. Ruwee felt like he could do anything. Climb the walls, the ceiling, or even a mountain.

"...late."

"...not."

"...one standard minute past," A male voice grumbled.

Father.

Ruwee sighed. Well, almost anything.

His mother, Padmé was about to reply when she saw him standing in the doorway, "Ruwee."

His Mother then glared at Father.

Father looked both happy and unhappy at the same time. "Glad you're on time," He stated.

Ruwee nodded, "Good evening, Mother and Father." He stared down at his feet.

"What happened to your lip?" Padmé said in a concerned tone.

Ruwee had been so happy, he had completely forgotten about his swollen lip. "It's nothing." He said rather pathetically.

"Ruwee," Padmé said sternly.

"I bumped it," It wasn't exactly a lie. "When I slipped on the pool floor." Oh, what was he doing? He had always been a terrible liar.

Father eyed him. "Shall I comm Bail Organa?"

Ruwee just stared at his Father.

"Or perhaps Moff Tarkin?" His Father concluded.

Ruwee did not break his glare, "As I understand it, he's offworld."

Padmé raised a brow, "How did you know?"

"Garoche Tarkin might have mentioned it before we got into a fight." He said quietly.

"Again?" Padmé was not pleased.

Vader did not move, "You mean he hit you?"

"Yes, and I hit him back," Ruwee replied.

"You hit him?" Vader sounded surprised.

Padmé glared at him in disapproval. "While I don't approve of hitting other students. I'm glad you stood up for yourself." She looked to Vader. Clearly expecting him to say something.

"Yes, yes," Vader said. "Well done," He said with what sounded like approval. "I doubt I'll sleep so I'm going to take a shower." They only had a few hours until their next meeting.

Ruwee looked up, "I should probably go. You need sleep—"

"No, stay."

"How'd it go otherwise?"

"Good," Ruwee tried not to smile, but ultimately failed. "Really good."

Padmé seemed intrigued, "What happened?"

"She kissed me."

Padmé's eyes widened, "Did she?"

"Yes." Ruwee fingers fidgeted. "Mom... Mom, someday..."

Padmé looked away, "I'll think about it."

Ruwee frowned, "You don't even know what I was..."

Padmé smiled and shook her head. "You don't need to tell me." She saw right through him. "But I also can't make any promises."

Ruwee nodded. He supposed Bail and Queen Breha already had suitors and potential matches in mind for Winter. "I've...been thinking a lot. M-more than usual. I mean, besides Winter, I..."

"Yes?"

"I'd like to go ahead and finish at the Academy." Hopefully Garoche would now stay away from him. Maybe he could even solve the mystery of why they were being so nice to him.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I figured I'm getting close to graduation and I was thinking that maybe..."

Ruwee had not really discussed his thoughts on post graduation.

"A-After graduation, I'd like to go to university. Off Coruscant, get away from home. I would like to study history, government, and maybe political science."

Padmé raised a brow, "Political science classes will involve public speaking."

"I know," Ruwee put his hands behind his back. "While I plan to avoid those as much as I can, but I figured it would give me opportunities to study government and the Constitution. Perhaps one day I could be an advisor to my brother and sister."

"I think it's a wonderful idea," Padmé said.

"We'll think about it," Vader said through the fresher door.

Padmé and Ruwee looked at the door then at one another.

Both of them quietly chuckled.


Meanwhile...

Somewhere in Galactic space

Thankfully or not so thankfully, Bespin was located near the Corellian Trade Spire Route Lane. Which made travel back to Coruscant much quicker than Leia anticipated or desired.

This left her with even less time to think and plan.

Upon boarding a few hours ago, Princess Leia was given a team of Tarkin's men as her acting bodyguards, along with one robed Red Guard, two of her mother's handmaidens, and the Moff's own personal quarters. Despite the endless objections, she dismissed all of them.

"Your Highness," Said the handmaiden whose name Leia could not remember. Nor truly care. She was only here to spy on her. "Your parents' orders—"

"I do not care. Their Royal Imperial Highnesses are not here, you are all dismissed."

All except the Red Guard bowed and left. He or she simply stood there then walked over to the corner of the room. While Leia considered trying to fight him or her, but she was used to their presence. She secretly did not wish to be left alone in the Moff's quarters, which was another honor Leia could have done without.

The quarters had a creepy, large, blue wild cat mounted on the center wall. Leia looked up at it again and shuddered. She swore it was watching her. Along with animal pelts, paintings, and other Eriadu artworks. Leia had no doubt the animals were all personally killed by Tarkin himself.

It reminded Leia of her Father's legendary head collection. Maybe that was why he and Father got along so well.

She thought about heading up to the bridge, but didn't feel like seeing anyone right now.

What was she going to do?

"Kark," Leia said to herself. She ran her hands over her face as she laid down on the sofa in Tarkin's office. "Kark," They were in trouble.

Nothing was going as she wanted or planned.

She had wanted to tell her parents about the nuptials in the privacy of the Royal Imperial Family quarters. Now it might very well take place in the Throne Room.

Maybe it was Leia's imagination, but she could still hear Chewbacca's cries. That certainly did not help her in trying to plan.


Earlier...

Cloud City

When the last trooper left the dining room, Tarkin studied the Princess. Finally, he bluntly asked, "Your Highness, what are you doing off Coruscant?" His eyes shifted towards Han and Chewbacca. "And with these...smugglers?" He said with the curl of his lip. Clearly thinking of alternate words.

For the next few moments, Tarkin sat there as Leia explained the situation.

He remained silent and still as a statue until she finished. His eyes moved and he said, "I see...well, I suppose congratulations are in order."

"Thank you, Governor Tarkin," Princess Leia said regally.

Tarkin pursed his lips together. "I also apologize for what I must now do," He paused, calculating in his head. "Commander Solo and Chewbacca, you are about to face arrest and—"

Chewbacca growled angrily, "RRRGRR!"

"Now wait a minute," Han said began to rise.

Leia glared sharply at Tarkin.

She knew Han and Chewbacca would probably face arrest. Leia just had not expected it so quickly. She at least figured they would have until Coruscant. She doubted there was much she could do, but she had to try. "Moff Tarkin, as I previously stated, they did not kidnap me." Leia said in her most insistent, regal, and composed voice. All her years of study and practice went into this. "I left and remained in their company on my own free will. Han is my husband. I am your Princess. The Princess Royal, daughter of the Emperor and Empress, and sister to the future Emperor. You will spare them from this injustice. Do as I command." She knew these were probably futile words, but she wasn't going down without a fight.

"I would, Your Highness," Tarkin replied cooly. "However, I have my orders, you will have to take this up with your parents."

Oh, she would.

"Commander Solo, Chewbacca," Tarkin seemed to search for his next carefully. "The initial reports indicated that the two of you had...abducted the Princess," He said reluctantly.

Chewbacca and Han remained silent.

"Until we return to Coruscant and this matter is resolved with the Emperor and Empress," He paused. "You are both being placed under arrest. However, due these recent revelations," He looked at all three. "I assure you both will be given the upmost care and respect."

Han fumed as he stared at Tarkin. "Right," He muttered bitterly. He was clearly not happy about this, but seemed to understand.

"RWARR!"

"Chewie, listen! Alright, listen to me," Han said loudly. "Okay, listen!" Han put a hand on his furry arm. "I know, I know! I know how you feel and what you and your family went through. I understand how you feel about chains and cuffs. Look, it's not ideal. I know, but it won't be for long. It's just until the transport. Right?" He looked back at Tarkin.

Tarkin nodded, "Affirmative."

"And we'll be given a large cell?"

Leia knew Chewbacca did not handle small spaces well.

Tarkin seemed to understand this, "I will make sure of this."

"Rrrrr."

"Once we return to Coruscant and I give my report, this will all be cleared up..." He voice trailed off. He locked eyes with the Princess. The look on his face said he could not guarantee their release. That he did not know what the Emperor and Empress would do with them.

Leia nodded in understanding. "Thank you, Governor Tarkin."

He opened the door, he escorted her out, and the troopers filled the room to take Han and Chewie away.


Later that day...

Coruscant

On the large and private landing pad, General Rex waited. Behind him was an entourage made up of four Imperial Red Guards, three robed handmaidens, and two dozen troopers waited to welcome the Princess home.

Rex stared down at his chrono. They were ten minutes late.

He sighed.

He hoped nothing was wrong.

They then watched as the Lambda-class T-4a shuttle and two TIE fighters descended from the atmosphere and landed gently on the pad.

As Princess Leia walked down the ramp, she stared out at the city landscape and bustling sky traffic.

"Your Highness," Rex called out to her. "Welcome home."

"General Rex," Leia looked around and got right the point. "Where are they?" Meaning her parents.

"Your parents are still in session," Rex explained as they walked along the pad. "Otherwise they would have welcomed you home themselves."

This hardly was the first time Imperial business kept the Emperor and Empress occupied. Often to the disappointment of their children, which Leia did not even bother hiding it. "So I keep hearing," She mumbled. "Are they not pleased I am home?"

Rex knew her Highness would not be happy. "They are most pleased," He tried to reassure her. "They've been so worried." Rex considered his next words carefully. He wanted to help her if she needed anything and not simply because it was his job. "Is there anything we need to do or know?" He whispered. "Do you require medical attention?" Rex studied her. She looked the same fearless, young woman he had known for eighteen long years. Though she seemed a bit...older, changed, more mature maybe.

Yes, like the Empress, Rex did not believe she had been abducted. She was a clever girl. Though he was not sure what to make of the prolonged absence.

"No." Leia nearly rolled her eyes.

"Is there anything else we should know?" Rex supposed he had just repeated himself. He silently cursed himself.

Irritated, Leia looked around at the many beings here. "Just that I need to speak with their Highnesses. Now." She added urgency to her voice.

"Y-yes, of course," Rex replied hastily. "Moff Tarkin, as soon as their Highnesses' conclude today's business, they wish to speak with you."

Leia gave him a sharp look, "I am their daughter. Why am I not first?" It took her all her strength to keep calm.

Rex seemed to feel bad and did not meet her eyes. "Apologies, I am just following orders m'am."

Leia's eyes then shifted towards Tarkin. "What are you going to tell them?" She asked softly.

Rex saw the look between the pair, "What's this about?" Unless they told him, he could not help them.

Tarkin ignored the man, "Your Highness, I will do what I can..." His voice trailed off as he leaned in. Entering her personal space, which was unauthorized for non members of the Royal Imperial family.

The four Red Guards sprung into action, three of them surrounding Leia, and the other roughly grabbed Tarkin.

"Wait," Rex called out. Despite his earlier rudeness, he would not allow him to be harmed.

Tarkin froze with his hands in the air to show he met no harm.

"Governor Tarkin is merely saying farewell," Leia assured the Red Guards, who slowly eased back.

Tarkin cautiously watched the guard as he leaned in and whispered into the Princess's ear, "But if asked, I will not lie."


As Tarkin was escorted to the waiting area outside the Throne Room, Leia was escorted up to her chambers.

Two of the Imperial Red Guards did not leave her side. She sensed they were ordered to not let her out of their sight. One stood outside the room and other stayed inside with her, watching her every move.

She wondered if Han and Chewbacca were now on Coruscant? Hopefully she would know something soon.

Her room was exactly the way she had left it, well mostly. The cleaning droids had been here. She ran a finger along the furniture. There was not a speck of dust. Nor had her bed been so neat when she left. She suspected her parents must have gone through her room when she left. Looking for clues to where she might have gone.

Such a thought might have once annoyed her, but she had much bigger problems than privacy.

She took off her clothes and took a shower. She washed her hair twice. Her hair had been so dirty. The Millennium Falcon had terrible water pressure and Cloud City water was so...unnatural. There truly was nothing like home water.

After drying off her hair, Leia had a terrible time deciding what to wear.

She thought about summoning one of the handmaidens, they would know. They always picked out the right colors and outfit. How many times had they come over to help Mother and the rest of the family dress for Imperial business or parties. However, she always considered them her mother's friends, not hers. Maybe now that she was a married woman, she could have some of her own. One's that answered to her and not ultimately to her mother.

She finally decided on a soft crimson gown with a black and red cape.

The colors of her house. Well, the Royal Imperial House. Her former house, she now supposed she and Han would have to adopt new house colors. Would she take his name?

She was so confused. Was she having second thoughts?

...no.

No, she wasn't. She loved Han. She wanted to do this. She was going to do this.

Besides it was too late to turn back now.

She needed to talk to her parents. No way did she want Tarkin telling them. That would only make things worse. It would be better coming from her. She had to stop him. Besides, she wanted to see their reactions for herself.

Leia marched towards the door, but the Red Guard blocked her.

She frowned, "Let me through."

"Apologies, Your Royal Imperial Highness," Said the deep, muffled tone. "But you are forbidden to leave your quarters until their Royal Imperial Highnesses summon you."

She wondered how much they knew. Were they really naive enough to believe Han and Chewbacca had held her hostage the whole time? If they had, why hadn't they messaged them with ransom demands?

Maybe it was denial. Father certainly would not want to believe the alternatives. He still saw her as a defenseless, little girl.

Then there was a knock at the door.

"Leia? Leia, come on," Said the voice. "I know you're in there."

Leia raised a brow, "Am I permitted visitors?" She asked her crimson bodyguard.

The Red Guard nodded and moved aside.

Leia looked in the mirror. Made sure she looked presentable one last time. Then proceeded to open the door.

"Leia!" Princess Arabella said as she jumped up and wrapped her arms around Leia's neck.

Leia had to take a step back to catch her balance. "Ara, hey." She smiled.

Arabella laughed softly. "Ah, you're home. I'm so glad."

"Me too," Leia said politely.

A few steps away, Ruwee knocked on the door as he studied the guard outside her room.

"Ruwee," Leia said.

"Sister," Ruwee nodded and studied the guards, "Welcome home."

Leia looked at each of them. Both of them seemed different. Taller and older. She supposed the four of them were not little kids anymore.

Leia herself was eighteen and married. Ruwee was only a year younger. Mother and Father would probably start searching for a suitable bride soon.

While Arabella was now fourteen. Though really she could easily pass for sixteen or seventeen. She was also growing rather popular with the boys. If Mother and Father were wise, they would begin searching for a suitable husband.

"So uh, you're back," Ruwee said. Stating the obvious. He was never much of a talker.

"I am," Leia replied with a warm smile.

Arabella grinned, "You sure missed a lot."

Leia asked a vague, "Did I?" She somehow doubted that. Arabella had a tendency to exaggerate. Also praise the stars that she had been given looks, because she had little in terms of brains.

"I was able to ditch my guard and went to Dex's Diner all by myself."

Leia stared at her with widened eyes. That was impressive. Then again, Arabella had unique talents with the Force, but was far from a master. Leia hoped she had at least taken a blaster.

"And then Ruwee punched some guy at Winter's party last night."

"What?" Leia blinked at she stared at Ruwee who was turning bright red.

"Ara," Ruwee groaned.

"Sounds like I did miss a lot," Leia smiled, but she could not imagine Ruwee punching anybody. If that was true, too bad she had missed it. Then she frowned, "I have a lot to tell you both."

"I bet," Arabella said eagerly. "So where were you?"

"Here and there," Leia kept her tone vague. "It was nice to get away. Though I did miss the capitol." Leia looked out the Imperial Plaza. "But I needed to get away from here and our dear parents. How are they?"

Arabella and Ruwee exchanged looks.

"I spoke with them late last night," Ruwee hesitated. "They are...anxious to see you."

Leia kept silent.

"And how are you?" Ruwee asked.

"Nervous," Leia admitted as she turned away from the window.

Arabella raised a brow, "Since when?"

Leia rarely let her guard down, so it did seem out of character to them.

"Well...she's been gone for weeks." Ruwee quietly pointed out. It seemed only natural to him, but he was always nervous around Father.

Arabella clearly did not buy it. She crossed her arms, "What did you do?" She said accusingly.

Ruwee saw the look between his sisters.

Arabella raised a brow, "What's going on?" What had she done?

"I'm..." Leia began as she cleared her throat. "I'm married."

Ruwee's jaw fell open.

Arabella finally let out a flabbergasted, "W-what?"

"Commander Han Solo and I...are married." Leia put on her best, most confident smile as she sipped her goblet.

Stunned silence befell upon the room.

Ruwee's jaw was still wide open when Arabella started to laugh. Softly than rather loudly. She fell back on Leia's bed as she continued her bubbly laugh.

Leia knew what was going through her mind. For years, Arabella had been the one getting into trouble. While Leia had been the good child, "Father's favorite", according to Arabella. Now it seemed the tables had turned.

When Arabella's laughter began to die down, Leia locked eyes with her brother. "Ruwee," She paused. How she hated this. She was being treated like some child. It was humiliating. "I am forbidden to leave my room. You have to tell them. I do not want Tarkin to tell them." Force only knew how he would spin it or what else he might do. "I do not trust him."

Arabella stopped laughing and looked up.

Ruwee looked up in alarm. "W-why me?" He probably felt she do this herself. That it might work better in her favor...or maybe not. Their parents' reactions would not be pleasant. "I want no part of this."

"I cannot leave until I am summoned," Leia repeated. Her eyes then shifted to Arrabella's, which Ruwee did not notice. "In light of Luke's absence, I humbly ask you to do me this favor as the next eldest child and heir." She asked in a curteous, regal tone.

Arabella nodded and seemed to understand what Leia was saying.

Leia knew Ruwee would never work up the courage to say anything in front of Father. This was his chance, but Leia had little faith in him. That was where Arabella came in.

Really it would be better coming from Arabella. Both their parents, especially Father adored her.

Ruwee rubbed the back of his neck. Trying to think of a reply. Though he couldn't exactly turn her down to protocol.

"Uh-huh, what's the matter, sis?" Arabella smiled as more laughter escaped from her lips. "Lost your nerve?"

Ruwee looked at them grimly, "This is no laughing matter." He was clearly thinking how Leia was the one who kriffed up and now he got stuck holding the bag.

Leia nodded in agreement. "It would be better coming from you than Governor Tarkin."

The trio went silent.

"Is he really going tell them?" Arabella asked.

Leia paced around, hands behind her back. "He said he would do what could. Feeling it would be better coming from me, but Father will want a full report before they see me. He'll tell them." She was certain of this.

Arabella gave a curt nod.

The chamber went silent once more.

Then Arabella asked something, a question her and Ruwee both wanted to know, "Why did you do it?"

"Because I wanted to." When had Leia ever done something for herself? When? She had always done what they had asked—ordered her to do.

She had gone to the Academy. She had trained in the Force and lightsaber combat. Attended long, tedious meetings at the Senate with Mother, Senator Organa, among others. Helped bring down Jabba the Hutt. She had gone here and there. There and here.

"And to piss them off," Arabella added.

"That too," Leia shrugged. "They weren't going to give me the Throne, so I decided I should at least get to marry who I choose."

Arabella seemed almost intrigued by her words.

While Ruwee looked hesitant, "I don't think that's how it works," He replied quietly.

Leia looked at Ruwee. Maybe he had truly grown some balls while she had been away. She shrugged again. "I don't care," Leia said coldly. "I am done playing their games." She then eyed both of them. "Please do as I have asked."


Meanwhile...

Empress Padmé Amidala-Vader could not remember the last time she had seen Emperor Vader so restless. Not even the recent battles of the Outer or even when the births of their children.

Though his defense, she was just as anxious to see their daughter, Leia. There were so many unanswered questions.

Vader kept shifting on the Throne. He was also tapping his fingers impatiently on the arm rests. "That better be all," He grunted.

"It is," Grand Vizier Mas Amedda replied softly. Then he reluctantly pressed his blue lips, "All that remains is Moff Tarkin."

"Can it wait?" Vader whispered to his wife. "IWantToSeeHer."

"I know. So do I but unfortunately this cannot wait," Padmé whispered. Protocol demanded it, also she was curious to hear Tarkin's version.

"Bring him in," Vader growled. "Let's get this over with."

Mas Amedda tapped his giant staff on the floor.

Tap, tap.

"Presenting Grand Moff Whilluff Tarkin," He said loudly.

Tarkin walked down the crimson carpet and mosaic tiles and dropped to one knee.

"Grand Moff Tarkin," Padmé wore her best smile, "Not that my husband and I are unappreciative, but we plan to make this brief." She stated honestly.

Vader looked away interested, "Yes, yes, we are most grateful."

A droid handed him and Padmé a copy of Tarkin's report.

Padmé glared at her husband as she accepted a copy. She would read it later.

Could Vader at least show common courteous or pretend to be grateful?

"Of course, Your Highnesses," Tarkin nodded in understanding.

"As my husband stated, we are most grateful for our daughter's safe return," Padmé smiled. It wasn't entirely part of her mask, she was truly glad her daughter was home and safe. "We consider ourselves lucky to have you in our service."

"Thank you, Your Highnesses'," Tarkin said with what passed as smile.

Vader briefly scrolled through the report. "And you're certain she's well?" He seemed even more agitated and confused.

"I have spoken with her and asked her such questions. I assure you, not a hair has been harmed on her head."

"I wish the same could be said for our son, Prince Ruwee," Padmé said icily.

"Yes, I do apologize for my son's foolish behavior. Senator Organa informed me of last night's incident. As soon as I leave the Palace, I will speak with my son. It will not happen again." He said reassuringly.

"Please do," Padmé said rather icily.

Vader was still displeased, "In the meantime, answer me this, what was she doing with the smuggler and Wookiee?"

Tarkin paused, clearly thinking over his answer. "Your Highnesses, again I can assure you both that the Princess is unharmed and never in any danger. As for why she stayed...I believe her Highness should answer this herself."

Padmé knew Vader did not like how Tarkin dodged the question. Neither did she. He about to angrily reply until Padmé cut him off. "I concur," She nodded at her husband. Reaching for his hand to sooth him, "Moff Tarkin, is there any way we might repay you?"

Tarkin's eyes sparkled, "With your Highnesses permission, I have a proposal of sorts, regarding my son." Tarkin began.

Padmé frowned since she was in no mood to discuss Garoche Tarkin any further.

"As long as your son proves loyal, worthy, and perhaps better manners and discretion." Vader nodded with gesture of his hand. "He will succeed you as Moff of the Eriadu and the rest of the Seswenna sector." He added. "You have nothing to fear."

"And the Governorship of the Outer Rim too, I trust," Tarkin added eagerly.

"Of course," Vader said in a nod.

Padmé pursed her lips together. She wished Vader had not misinformed Tarkin of that title. She was thinking of giving the rank and title to one of their children. Possibly Ragnar, Reinhard, or possibly even a future in-law someday.

"My son is loyal. In time, he will prove himself," Tarkin said confidently. "I have no doubt he will carry on in my place after I am gone," He looked up. "But I don't plan on going anywhere for a long time," He replied rather too confidently. "In the mean time, I have a son," He paused for a beat. "And Your Highnesses have a daughter."


Steps away, Grand Vizier Mas Amedda was dealing with two last minute courtiers. Unexpected Royal Imperial courtiers.

He held up his blue fingers, "I'm sorry, Your Highnesses, but as you can see your parents are still in session."

"Tell them it's urgent," Arabella demanded.

"It concerns Leia," Ruwee quietly added.

The Chagrian studied the pair, "What about the Princess of Coruscant?"


Empress Vader raised a brow, "Princess Leia is promised to another." Had something happened on the way home? Had Leia charmed him somehow? Convinced him she would make a good match for his son? Though she sensed it had to due with Leia's position as second in line to the Throne.

"Yes, of course," Tarkin somewhat reluctantly. He then cleared his throat.

What was going on? What did Tarkin know? What did Leia need to tell them? Whatever it was, even he felt that Leia should tell them herself. What did that mean? Padmé did not like this.

Padmé looked to her right. Nor did Vader. One could see the tension all over his face.

Tarkin continued, "Princess Leia is a lovely young woman, but she also has a sister, Princess Arabella. I've even heard some of the nobles call her the Lady of Grace and Beauty."

Ah, now he was using flattery.

Vader looked to Padmé. Alarm in his eyes. Yet there was something else. Intrigue?

Padmé had to admit it was not a bad idea.

However, Padmé knew of Garoche Tarkin. Even before last night, he was the reason Ruwee used to come home with strange bruises. The only reason Padmé knew it was Garoche was because of Leia and Padmé made Ruwee tell her about it. Finally Luke put the boy in his place, but that place was not by Arabella's side.

It was a shame Tarkin only had one child.

A marriage might put Tarkin at ease or would it make him grow even more power hungry?

Padmé had longed feared Tarkin would grow into a problem. He was the first man to receive the title of Grand Moff, the highest rank in the Imperial military. After Grand Vizier Amedda, many saw him as the next highest ranking individual in the Empire, and they were not wrong.

Yes, Padmé knew he was growing into a problem.

She considered proposing a new law to make another more powerful position. The members of the Imperial Ruling Council perhaps? However, Tarkin was a member. Though he didn't exactly attend many meetings.

Now it seems her fears were becoming reality.

The Emperor and the Empress heard a being clear their throat, "Ahem."

It was not Tarkin.

They looked to their left.

"Excuse me, Your Highnesses," Said a voice, it was Mas Amedda.

To the left and right of the Thrones there were curtains where they could enter or exit the Throne Room. There were also corridors and secret passages. They were often used by the Guards, staff, the Royal Imperial Family, and the Grand Vizier to move around the Throne Room and other parts of the Palace quietly.

Vader and Padmé nodded to allow the Vizier to approach the Thrones.

It was not usual or unusual for this to happen. It was usually due to a crisis in another part of the Empire or even simply a sick child.

Though this was something else.

"Your Highnesses, Prince Ruwee and Princess Arabella request an immediate audience and I highly urge you to accept," He whispered.

Frowning, Vader nodded.

"Very well," Padmé agreed.

Mas disappeared back behind the curtains.

Vader and Padmé looked at one another.

"Governor Tarkin, you will have to excuse us, but an urgent matter has reached our ears. In the meantime we shall think on your...proposal."

"Of course, I will remain on Coruscant until tomorrow." Tarkin lowered his head and left.


Moments later, Grand Vizier Mas Amedda announced, "Presenting their Royal Imperial Highnesses, Prince Ruwee and Princess Arabella."

Neither were truly dressed for court. Ruwee wore a simple green and black tunic. While Arabella wore a soft yellow dress.

"Father, Mother," Ruwee nodded.

"Son," Vader replied.

"Arabella," Padmé greeted their daughter.

"Mother, Father," Arabella then turned to look at Ruwee.

"I uh, bring news of Leia." He was sweating and fidgeting with his hands.

Vader and Padmé waited.

Ruwee looked from side to side. Looking at the guards and all other eyes and ears in the Throne Room.

The secretary stopped taking notes.

Vizier Amedda seemed to have the same idea, "Perhaps it would be best to speak privately."

"Y-yes," Ruwee said. "T-That sounds like a splendid idea."

Vader waved his hand to dismiss the four guards, "Wait outside."

Padmé also gave a signal to dismiss the secretaries and handmaidens.

After the four Red Guards left along with the secretaries, handmaidens, and everyone else left, all eyes turned back Ruwee. Something he very much despised.

"Go on, Ruwee," Padmé nodded with maternal smile.

Ruwee took a deep breathe, "You see, she wanted us to...to..."

Vader sighed and put a hand to his temple. "We shall be here until sunrise," He whispered.

Padmé shushed him.

Ruwee shook his head, "No, s-she wanted me to tell you that...that..."

"For Force's sake, boy, get it out!" Vader impatiently snapped.

"Do not speak to him like that," Padmé gave him a sharp look as she placed her hand over his. "Take your time, son."

"I, um..." Ruwee was turning red. "Um..."

Padmé glared at Vader. She wished she knew what Ruwee was trying to say, maybe then she could help him. Give him direction.

Then she noticed Mas Amedda, who took a few steps forward, but Arabella shook her head.

Arabella took a step forward. "I will take it from here," She whispered to Ruwee. "Father, Mother," She exhaled, she also seemed nervous. "Leia has..." Arabella found the word lodged in her throat. "She has eloped."

Nearly choking, "Eloped?" Padmé turned white as a ghost.

Wide eyed, Vader went still as a statue.

Arabella continued to look at the floor.

Ruwee looked away, clearly dreading his parents' reactions.

"Yes," Mas Amedda confirmed as he stood beside the Prince and Princess. "With the Corellian human male, former Navy and current Imperial Intelligence Commander Han Solo."

"Commander who?" Padmé said in alarm. Turning to her husband. He had told her the name of the man who supposedly abducted her, but had brushed it aside since she sensed there was far more to the story.

"A commoner and smuggler," Vader sneered. Eyes widened and hand covering his mouth, he sat there for several moments.

No one moved or breathed.

Finally, Vader leaned forward, holding on the arms of the Throne and asked, "Do they regret it? Does she say she's sorry?" A tinge of hope in his voice. "That she regrets it and wants us to fix this...mess?" That was putting it mildly.

A million things were going through Padmé's mind.

What had she done?

What had they done?

How could she do this? To them? Marry a man so suddenly and so beneath them in rank.

How had the HoloNet not gotten word of this story? It was short of a miracle. No matter, if they quickly and quietly annulled this marriage, they could make it look like it never happened. It was possible, they managed to hide Luke's scandalous mistake. No one, including Isolder and the Queen Mother ever needed to know.

Arabella tried to think of a good response, but couldn't. She shook her head as she turned to Amedda.

Vader frowned.

Padmé turned away. Fighting back tears that were threatening to leak.

The Vizier then replied, "Your Highness knows the Princess."

Padmé remained speechless. Her hand against her temple.

"You mean she does not." Vader's tone was very harsh.

The Vizier, Ruwee, and Arabella remained silent.

"Send in my daughter, NOW!" Vader snapped.

While Padmé remained silent. Eyes still widened. Elbow on the side of her Throne, her right hand over her mouth.

How could she make her see that it was a mistake? Would she realize that? Would she...they be able to make her see?

Maybe...

But she doubted they would today. This was one of her childish games. Just like when she would attend those parties with Luke, all in an effort to make her and Vader mad. Though this time, she had gone way too far.

Even without looking, Padmé could feel the anger steaming off of Vader.

This would not end well.

Padmé looked around in alarm. No Guards and handmaidens were in sight. She wished for the Vizier to stay, but Ruwee and Arabella were more important. "Mas," Padmé called out. "Mas, take Ruwee and Arabella home." Meaning the Royal Imperial living quarters. "Now." She quietly instructed.

Mas inclined his head as he put his staff aside. "Come along," He gently led the Prince and Princess by the shoulders.

The reluctant Prince and Princess were nearly halfway out of the Throne Room when they were halted.

"No, they will stay," Vader said. "Let this serve as a lesson. There will be no further marriages without my consent."

Mas frowned. He clearly did not like this.

Ruwee and Arabella looked terrified.

Padmé was about to instruct them to leave anyway when the Master of the Household, General Rex walked in.

"Presenting Princess Leia, Royal Imperial Princess of Coruscant." Rex seemed so happy. Content. He always liked going into the Throne Room.

Poor Rex had no idea what he just walked into.

Leia wore a beautiful red gown with a black and red cape. Along with the pair of Red Guards, she looked incredibly regal and...grown up. Such a thought filled Padmé with both pride, joy, and pain.

Her eyes landed on Leia's left hand where the wedding band lay.

Finally, Padmé saw the look on her daughter's face. The arrogant smirk, but triumphant, challenging look that said, what are you going to do about it?

For a moment, Padmé felt like leaping across the room and yelling at her. Berating her. Spanking her like she were a small child.

But she couldn't.

That wasn't going to fix this mess.

Vader cut through the cold silence. "Daughter," He greeted his eldest daughter.

"Father, Mother," She greeted them in return.

Vader frowned, "You're not wearing Isolder's promise ring."

"No," Leia simply answered.

"Why not?" Vader quietly demanded in a dark voice.

She continued to maintain eye contact with her parents. Leia did not even blink. "With Your Highnesses' permission, I would like to plan a trip to Hapes to return the ring and...explain everything."

Explain everything?

"You broke an impending alliance."

They would have had one foot in Hapes. One step further in truly ruling the entire Galaxy. Now it was over.

Done.

Finished.

Vader could only imagine how angry and humiliated the Queen Mother and her son would feel. Nor would Vader have their ships and military forces.

"All I did was marry the man I love," Leia said.

A bewildered Rex turned to stare at Leia.

"Love? Love? Is that what you call it? Have you lost your senses? You're a Princess, he's a smuggler. You barely even know him. I've read his record, he's barely fit to clean my boots," He roared as he moved in front of the Throne like an angry reek. "And you thought he was worthy enough to marry the sister of the future Emperor?"

"Yes, Father, since I love him and—"

Vader was no longer listening. "I gave you no permission to marry that rogue and swindler." He growled as he made his hands into iron fists. "Nor would I ever!"

Leia wore a firm, but sympathetic look, "You made me a promise," She said regally, but confidently. "Since you chose Luke, I am free to choose. That was our agreement."

"I made no promise!" Vader growled.

Padmé reached out for her husband, "Anakin—"

Vader looked over to his wife. His eyes were flame red. "Don'tCallMeThat." He whispered through clenched teeth.

First mistake, she knew better than to use his birth name when he was angry and hurt like this. "I'm sorry, but please calm down." She whispered. "We need to—"

"Calm down? Calm down! Like hell I am," Vader whispered and turned his attention back to Leia. He raised his right index finger in her direction. "YOU ARE BANISHED FROM THE PALACE."

"Vader!" Padmé rose to her feet.

"What?" Ruwee's jaw dropped.

"But Father!" Arabella shrieked.

Amedda put his hands their shoulders and whispered into their ears. Probably for them to remain silent. There was nothing they could do.

He was not wrong.

"SILENCE!" Emperor Vader boomed. The glass windows cracked.

Red Guards bared with their weapons drawn out of fear it was an attack, but lowered them as soon as they realized it was only their Lord and Master.

"YouWillLeaveThePalaceAtOnce." Vader inhaled, "You are also banned from the Senate and the rest of Imperial Plaza. You will give up your titles. Your jewels, dresses, and accounts. You will remove yourself from my sight."

Padmé thought of protesting, but sat down and decided against it. For now, there was nothing she could do. Yes, she had the power to undo his command. The problem was, Vader would only reverse it. It would create an argument and problems between them. She would not be able to reach out to him if they were fighting. Not yet. For now, he was too hurt and angry.

Leia closed her eyes. There were no tears and she managed to remain somber. "As you wish, Your Highness." She knelt down on one knee. Then got up to leave.

"Rex and the droids will pack your things." Vader said in an icy cold tone.

A shocked Rex could hardly move.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Leia said while clearly holding back a tear. She turned to leave.

A stunned Rex and the two Guards followed at her heels.

"And Leia," Vader called out to his daughter.

Tears in her eyes, Padmé looked to her husband. Her eyes pleading with him. Praying he did not say anymore regretful things.

"Tell Solo he is to be stripped of his ranks, titles, and awards. Tell him he'll be lucky to be a mud trooper again." That was how the young Corillian got his start. "I also have yet to decide whether to Force choke your new husband or make him a head shorter."

Padmé knew he was smiling under the respirator. It had been so long since he had added a new specimen to his collection.

He should not have done that.

Leia turned back to face the Emperor. "If anything happens to Han, I will take my story to the HoloNet. I will also tell them my suspicions about Animé." They would have an absolute field day with such knowledge.

No one said a word.

It was so eerily quiet in the Throne Room, one could have heard a pin drop.

Ruwee and Arabella looked both confused and alarmed. They were both clearly wondering what she meant about Animé.

While Rex and Mas, who both knew the truth about Animé were absolutely stunned at her words. Few beings had ever dared challenge the Emperor and Empress in such a way.

Vader was now as red as the Red Guards, "Get. Her. Out OF MY SIGHT! NOOOWWW!"


Oh, man. Oh, man.

Trivia: Originally Leia was to meet with Luke, but I figured this would during his training. It wouldn't make sense for him to suddenly reappear. Also this would give more time to the other children, especially Arabella.

Winter's challenges are something Leia does in the book Leia: Princess of Alderaan.

This was inspired by history and the series, The Tudors where Henry VIII's sister Margaret (Mary in real life) married without his consent and was banished and kicked out of court for a time. Also where Anne Boylen's sister, Mary married a man she felt was beneath them.

Coming up: Next chapter will probably be Padmé centric. She tries to reach out to Vader, speaks with her new son-in-law, and she and Leia talk.

Please leave a review.

Also stay safe everyone. Be smart, cautious, but also live life. Don't live in fear.