Little scene of Han Solo getting jealous.

Chapter XIII: Prince Luke Skywalker

In the Millennium Falcon, princess Leia was sitting behind Chewbacca and Han Solo, next to her, her golden droid had already forgotten the fear the princess caused in him before, thinking that the Vader in her overcame the Amidala, but surely that wouldn't happen again…

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what planet you're talking about," Han said for the tenth time. "Are we even sure it's real?"

"I don't know," Leia said. "It felt real."

"It felt?" Han was shocked, what did that even mean? "Princess, have you ever even been in that place."

"No."

"But you've heard of it?"

"No."

"Then why the hell do you want to go there?"

She hesitated.

"Well," 3PO intervened. "I assume she wants to go on with her search."

"Search?"

"Yes. Princess Leia and I are on a mission to find Prince Luke Skywalker."

Han pretended he hadn't heard her say that name before.

"Who's that?"

"Why, of course none other than…"

"Threepio!" Leia interrupted. "He doesn't have to know everything!"

"Sorry!" Han's voice went from mocking to hurtful. "Didn't mean to get my nose into royal affairs. So, we're looking for a prince?"

Leia rolled her eyes, annoyed.

"No, Threepio and I are. You're only…"

"Doing all of the work. So that's why you changed course."

"Yes, which caused us to crash in Tatooine," C3PO couldn't keep his mouth shut again.

Leia felt like threatening the protocol droid, but she didn't want to scare him again.

A long silence invaded them.

"You know," Han said after a long time. "I always thought it was supposed to be the other way around."

"What?" Leia asked, grinding her teeth.

"I thought it was the prince who should be chasing after the princess!"

"I am not chasing anyone! You really shouldn't speak of what you know nothing about!"

"You're right. I don't know anything. So, tell me about him."

"Could you really not know who Luke Skywalker is?"

"Sorry, your Highness. I don't really follow politics. Tell me. Who is that prince?"

Leia recognized something in the ship's captain she had never seen before. It was more than just indignation or anger… it was—she couldn't be mistaken—it was jealousy!

She thought she could have fun with that, and man was she in need of some fun!

"Well," she begun, with a smile that tried to be mischievous, resulting somewhat seductive and sultry in the eyes of Han Solo. "He's very young. Educated. Polite and kind hearted. Qualities I sure miss while being stuck in space with you, captain."

She had tried and failed to erase his smile so many times, using violence or appearing menacing, if she had only known, this did the charm so effectively!

She went on and on about how wonderful Luke was and how much she had missed him since they parted, every word she uttered seemed to clung deeper into that former smug face of a man.

Not only did he look strange trying to form a smile that just didn't come. His voice grew hoarse and his whole look seemed too coarse. Strangely though, it was at that moment that princess Leia realized, for the first time, that he was quite good looking, very handsome—he was… beautiful. I mean is not like she thought him ugly before, but she had been so busy being annoyed by him, while worrying over how to get out of that desert planet, and then those strange dreams of Luke in some unknown planet, to even notice. His tall and manly demeanor, his careless gest, his broad shoulders; he really looked very strong and muscular… and his eyes, oh she could look at them forever, especially while they looked so troubled, and even hurt, by her, because he seems to—Leia can't ignore it—he seems to care.

Han had his gaze down, while Leia's head couldn't be higher.

"Have you known him long?" Han asked.

"All my life," she said, laughing.

"Oh," against all possibilities, Han had actually thought that there was a way that a princess and a guy like him could… well, he could forget about it. Of course she had a prince already—that was, if she found him… he could work to see about that… but no, that would be too low, and he still had his dignity, I guess. But if it takes them a long time to find the prince, perhaps Han could change her mind… but no! He doesn't want to—

"What'd you do to make him hide from you?" he asked sharply, hoping that that would annoy the princess, but Leia could obviously detect the jealousy that was corroding Han's soul. Leia was as unperturbed as Han when she had been on the point of ending his life.

"No one knows why Luke ran away. I hope to find out, I—I do hope I will find him," she was no longer speaking to upset Han, she was reminded of her actual situation. Sadness was plain on her face as she thought of her long lost brother. It had been so long since she saw him, but she was still sure she would find him. She now knew where he was, she only needed to learn that planet's name—and location.

Han saw that sadness and mistook it for a heartbroken woman, and he actually had the tact to keep his harsh and mocking comments to himself.

It hurt him.

It hurt him to think Leia was in love.

He had grown to think her a sort of machine. Kind of like he heard the emperor was. Unfeeling, powerful and—he never denied it, Leia was beautiful.

But she had a heart, after all.

He had thought it quickly after she refused to kill him. He really thought she was warming up to him, maybe she was. But in her heart, there was no actual room to love a man. Not him. Not Han Solo.

Afraid that she would not only notice his jealousy, but pain, he left her for a moment.

Leia's heart raced as she thought with excitement how much power she had shown over Han, without using the force, without trying to be menacing, simply with words.

Her words impacted him more than her lightsaber ever did.