Leia sits at her father's desk, listening in on her parent's conversation through the slightly cracked door. She turns the page in the history book, trying to ignore the two.
"Bail, I don't trust him." Breha states.
"I know you don't and you have every reason not to. I don't trust him either but he is the governor. I can't just throw him out of my office for no reason." Bail places his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm his stressed wife.
"He is an outspoken racist, he won't let it pass that you let a black man into your office."
"It'll be fine. He can't take legal action against me; it'd look bad for his campaign. Tarkin can't touch us." Bail kisses Breha's forehead.
"But what if it's not okay? What about Leia? Bail you have to think of how your actions affect her."
"She is capable of handling herself, you know she is."
"The unsavoury characters in this town won't stand what happened today. I've already gotten phone calls from the Hapes and families of those boys. You don't think they won't harass her as well?"
"Breha, she will be fine. She has fought through hell and back."
"And you'd send her back in to that?"
"Of course not." Bail sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I know she can handle it."
"You hear her in the night. How could you say that?" Breha asks in a quiet voice, walking away from her husband. Bail retreats into his study, shutting the door tightly behind him.
"So things with Tarkin went that bad, did they?" Leia asks as the door clicks into place, making Bail jump a little.
"Not bad, just an unpleasant exchange. Especially after that comment you made to him." Bail says, turning to face his daughter.
"Well I won't apologize." Leia states, closing the book in front of her.
"You're as stubborn as your mother." Bail comments as he sits down across the desk from Leia.
"What did he want?"
"None of your business, that is what."
"Did it have to do with those two men?" Leia asks. "I swear they are more trouble than they are worth."
"Do you really mean that?" Bail raises his eyebrow at the young woman.
"Well, maybe not Mr. Chewie. But Mr. Solo very much so, he is arrogant and has no regard for other people."
"I see, and what makes you think that?" Bail chuckles, amused at his daughter's reaction to the young man.
"He immediately assumed the title of captain when I first met him, until I informed him that I knew of his rank. He then had the gall to reproach me and openly flirt with me."
"The nerve of some people." Bail smirks, trying to hold back a laugh.
"I do not wish to be poked fun at. If that is something you want to continue to do I suggest you go find your wife and continue with her."
"What do you think of young Isolder?" Bail asks, changing the subject. Leia pointedly looks at her father, unsure where he was going to take this.
"I just told you, I don't want to be poked fun at."
"I'm not poking fun, I genuinely want to know."
"He's fine, his morals are somewhat questionable, but he treats you and mother with respect."
"What morals do you find to be questionable?"
"Father, if you are trying to procure a husband for me you can forget it. Did Rogue and Celly put you up to it?"
"No, your aunts had nothing to do with this questioning. And no I am not trying to procure a husband for you. You can make that choice for yourself when it's time." Bail shakes his head.
Leia awkwardly smiles at her father, not sure to tell him if there was ever going to be a time for her to marry.
"Well, I must be off." Leia changes the subject, standing from the chair.
"And where is Winter dragging you off to tonight?"
"Not sure yet. She rang over an hour ago and told me nothing except that we were going out." Leia shrugs her shoulders.
"Well be home by eleven please. I'd rather not wait up."
"You don't always have to wait up. I'm capable of handling myself." Leia smiles and kisses her father on the cheek before leaving the study.
"Say goodbye to your mother as well." Bail calls after her. Leia nods, silently acknowledging her father's request. She makes her way to the living room, where her mother is bound to be.
"Mother I'm off." Leia says as she steps into the favoured room of Breha.
"Grab a sweater will you? It supposed to get cold tonight."
"Of course." Leia smiles. She kisses her mother on the cheek as she grabs Breha's yellow cardigan that sat on the couch next to her.
"Leilia." Breha jokingly scolds as her daughter puts on her sweater.
"Bye." Leia calls behind her as she exits the room. Leia exits the house, running on the cobblestone driveway to her bicycle, which leant up against the house. She walks it out of the gated driveway, hopping on it as she rides into town to meet her friend.
It was a ten-minute ride from her home to the town, Leia had been cycling since she was little; using it as a means of transportation.
She stops in front of The Garden, a small café that had recently opened shortly after the war. Leia leans her bike against the side of the building.
"Sugar!" Leia hears Winter call, she turns to see her friend on the arm of Tycho, who was dressed in his navy blues once again.
"You have to stop calling me that." Leia comments.
"It's adorable and suits you." Winter smiles as she breaks away from her date to hug her best friend.
"I don't understand how it suits me."
"Oh shush." Winter says. "What are you wearing?" She asks, noting Leia's plain black A-line skirt, floral blouse, and yellow cardigan.
"It was last minute." Leia says, not realizing that she was to dress up as her friend had. Winter wore a dark green vespertine dress with black high heels to match, her bright red lips adding a pop of color to her outfit.
"Well no matter. It's not like we're meeting anyone important. Shall we go in?" Winter asks, turning back to Tycho. Leia follows after the couple into the building. The room was loud with talking and jazz music flowed through the building.
"There they are." Leia hears Tycho say to Winter shortly after they enter the building. She silently follows them to the table, unsure of how she felt of the men staring after her friend and her. She can't help but be relived when they reach the table as she spots Luke, she smiles and slides into the booth next to him.
"I wasn't sure if you were coming." Luke states. Leia shrugs as she waves to Kes and Wes also sitting at the booth.
"Neither was I, but here I am."
"Sorry I'm late." A seventh voice interrupts. Leia looks over to see Han Solo standing at the end of the table.
"It's no problem Han, here take a seat next to Leia." Luke smiles at his friend, offering up the last seat.
"Don't mind if I do." Han smirks as he slides next to her. "Hello your highness."
Leia sighs, knowing exactly how her night was going to go.