EPILOGUE

A gentle breeze wafted against Thalia's robes. Her navy, velvet cloak drifted around her, but the wind wasn't strong enough to push the hood back from her face. She was a solitary figure, standing alone on the landing platform of her home in the districts away from Troska's palace and far from prying eyes.

No one would see the small, red star-fighter gliding over the city towards the home, nor would they hear it's dampened engines as it landed gracefully on the stone platform.

Thalia, the Queen of Troska, watched as the cockpit hatch hissed open and a cloaked figure carefully climbed out, onto the wing of the ship. In his arms, he held a precious bundle, wrapped in an ivory blanket. He child didn't make a sound as Obi-Wan Kenobi gently stepped off his fighter, careful not to wake the baby asleep in his arms.

As he approached Thalia, she let her hands fall away from where they had been clasped in front of her. Obi-Wan didn't say a word as he offered the child to her. She took Luke in her arms and finally tore her eyes away from the Jedi to look down at the little face, frowning in his sleep.

Obi-Wan smiled down at her and Thalia eyes met his warm gaze. Everything she had ever wanted was standing in front of her and asleep in her arms.

She stepped aside to let Obi-Wan join her. He offered her the crook of his arm and she wrapped her free hand around his elbow.

Together, they walked towards the house. Turning away from the Republic star-fighter, away from what the war had turned them into and towards the future, a fresh start. A new hope.


A/N: Thank you so much for sticking with my story, especially given how infrequent the chapters have been. I started this story in 2018 and five years later we're here.

Thank you for the support and I wish anyone who's reading this all the best for their future endeavours.

May the force be with you...