Outside in the city, on the skirts of the Marque Field, by the flowing
fountains, sat Princess Cestra. She's wearing simple white dress and
bright blue "cape-like thingie." Her strawberry-blonde hair is hanging
loosely, and she plays with a small flower. She is absently watching some
local children play a sport in the field.
"I'm tired of my life," she sighs, "I get so bored every day it's ridiculus, it does not matter if I'm on Hoth or Alderaan, it's always the same."
"You have no reason to complain, your highness. You sleep in the best bed with the silkiest of sheets, you eat the most delicous food, you get what you want unless your mother or father is in a mood, and you have nothing to fear, except for those horrible dress gowns for special occassions."
Cestra laughs, "You're not taking me seriously."
"How am I suppose to take you seriously? You are the silliest girl in the entire galaxy."
She throws the flower at him, "I am not, and how dare you insult the Princess of two Planets-"
"Oh that's right I forgot to much the most spoiled as well."
"Darian please listen to me, no one else does."
"You know I listen to you, there's nothing better to do when I'm suppose to guard you all day."
"Well, you're the only one then. Just two months ago, my parents threw a huge festival celebrating my 16th Birthday, but now they behave like I am still a small child."
"You constantly whine like one, what do you expect?"
"I hate you."
"I guess the feeling's mutral then."
"Oh go away."
"You would cry your pretty eyes out if I ever left you."
"I would not."
"Yes, you would," holding the flower up to her, "now your highness, if you weren't princess, what would you do?"
"I would become a Jedi Knight."
Dorian laughs so loud that the children glance at them.
"Oh, you are impossible."
"And you are a joke."
"Dorian!"
The two look across the field to Doram who is signaling to his communicator. Dorian quickly grabs his and turns it on.
"Sorry, Commander."
"Make me walk all the way across the city-"
"I'm sorry."
"The Queen demands to see the Princess now."
"We are our way."
"Like hell-"
"Must I remind you every time that I take orders from your mother before I take orders from you."
"I want to see the end of the game."
"They are not even playing correctly and no one is keeping score and your mother will be absolutely-"
"Oh fine fine," she stood up as Dorian began to walk away. She notices the water in the fountains. She dips her hand in it, and studies it in her palm.
In the palace, Nevilen stare out the window beside her mother's bed. A concern look crosses her face.
An old croaky voice, "What is it, my dear?"
"Something's wrong...something's about to happen..."
"I'm tired of my life," she sighs, "I get so bored every day it's ridiculus, it does not matter if I'm on Hoth or Alderaan, it's always the same."
"You have no reason to complain, your highness. You sleep in the best bed with the silkiest of sheets, you eat the most delicous food, you get what you want unless your mother or father is in a mood, and you have nothing to fear, except for those horrible dress gowns for special occassions."
Cestra laughs, "You're not taking me seriously."
"How am I suppose to take you seriously? You are the silliest girl in the entire galaxy."
She throws the flower at him, "I am not, and how dare you insult the Princess of two Planets-"
"Oh that's right I forgot to much the most spoiled as well."
"Darian please listen to me, no one else does."
"You know I listen to you, there's nothing better to do when I'm suppose to guard you all day."
"Well, you're the only one then. Just two months ago, my parents threw a huge festival celebrating my 16th Birthday, but now they behave like I am still a small child."
"You constantly whine like one, what do you expect?"
"I hate you."
"I guess the feeling's mutral then."
"Oh go away."
"You would cry your pretty eyes out if I ever left you."
"I would not."
"Yes, you would," holding the flower up to her, "now your highness, if you weren't princess, what would you do?"
"I would become a Jedi Knight."
Dorian laughs so loud that the children glance at them.
"Oh, you are impossible."
"And you are a joke."
"Dorian!"
The two look across the field to Doram who is signaling to his communicator. Dorian quickly grabs his and turns it on.
"Sorry, Commander."
"Make me walk all the way across the city-"
"I'm sorry."
"The Queen demands to see the Princess now."
"We are our way."
"Like hell-"
"Must I remind you every time that I take orders from your mother before I take orders from you."
"I want to see the end of the game."
"They are not even playing correctly and no one is keeping score and your mother will be absolutely-"
"Oh fine fine," she stood up as Dorian began to walk away. She notices the water in the fountains. She dips her hand in it, and studies it in her palm.
In the palace, Nevilen stare out the window beside her mother's bed. A concern look crosses her face.
An old croaky voice, "What is it, my dear?"
"Something's wrong...something's about to happen..."
