The Bounty Huntress
The Princess
Bail Organa felt his shoulders slump. The handsome features of his face showed every bit of his concern. 'Master Obi-Wan, captured?' he thought. Every fiber of his body moaned inwardly. The two had become close friends throughout the Clone Wars. The news was brought by a trusted aide who waited patiently for some word from the Viceroy. Bail nodded his head slowly, "Call an emergency meeting." he finally said. The aide nodded his head and left. Bail sighed. Even the news that Obi-Wan's mission to secure more arms from the Palokors was successful did little to subdue his misery. He moved swiftly to the adjoining room. There he stood silently for a moment watching the scene play out before him.
The little girl was laughing and her governess was smiling warmly at her. "Princess, little princess, how you own my heart." sang the governess. The Princess was barely past her fourth year in age. Her hair was braided and pulled up in small buns to each side of her head. The governess noticed Bail and the look on his face. "My Lord, is the news of Master Kenobi not well?" she asked.
"I'm afraid it's bad. He has been captured and unfortunately the transmission we intercepted from an Imperial ship did not give us any more information." Bail tried to keep his voice neutral. Good practice for the same information he would soon have to pass to others in the Rebellion. He especially dreaded giving the information to Master Yoda.
"Oh, my Lord, I'm so sorry!" gasped the governess. Bail reached over and picked up the small princess. His face softened and he felt a great comfort in holding, and then hugging the small child.
"I wuv you!" she shouted with joy, hugging the only father she had ever known.
"My Lord," began the governess, "this isn't the time, what with so many other things on your mind...But, truely, the child needs a name." The governess wore a caring expression.
"Yes, I know. I've yet to officially adopt and name her. But in good time, all in good time. I love her well." With a final hug he handed the Princess back to the governess.
The Viceroy carried a heavy burden with him all the years through the fighting and wars. Keeping the Princess safe had led him to the decision to keep her basically hidden in the palace walls. Few outside his small circle of most trusted aides and attendents even knew of her existence. Obi-Wan had brought her to him in desperation. 'Obi-Wan, where are you? What have they done to you?' Bail wondered feeling despair. His thoughts turned back to the Princess. The time always seemed wrong in recognizing her as his heir. To Bail she was but a small girl; and he could not see her as a grown woman, much less the possible leader of his world one day. He could only imagine that possibly one day he would manage to marry her to a young worthy man who might lead the people with complete confidence. Better yet, one day all the fighting would end and the evil Emperor stripped of his power. Bail had walked to the conference room and he straightened his shoulders before entering. Yes, one day when all the fighting was over, he would feel more confident about the girl's future; and then he could rest easy and love her as the small child had completely captured his heart. With a deep breath, Bail Organa stepped into the noisy conference room, ready to do all that was necessary for a secure future for his family, his friends, the whole galaxy.
Bail Organa felt his shoulders slump. The handsome features of his face showed every bit of his concern. 'Master Obi-Wan, captured?' he thought. Every fiber of his body moaned inwardly. The two had become close friends throughout the Clone Wars. The news was brought by a trusted aide who waited patiently for some word from the Viceroy. Bail nodded his head slowly, "Call an emergency meeting." he finally said. The aide nodded his head and left. Bail sighed. Even the news that Obi-Wan's mission to secure more arms from the Palokors was successful did little to subdue his misery. He moved swiftly to the adjoining room. There he stood silently for a moment watching the scene play out before him.
The little girl was laughing and her governess was smiling warmly at her. "Princess, little princess, how you own my heart." sang the governess. The Princess was barely past her fourth year in age. Her hair was braided and pulled up in small buns to each side of her head. The governess noticed Bail and the look on his face. "My Lord, is the news of Master Kenobi not well?" she asked.
"I'm afraid it's bad. He has been captured and unfortunately the transmission we intercepted from an Imperial ship did not give us any more information." Bail tried to keep his voice neutral. Good practice for the same information he would soon have to pass to others in the Rebellion. He especially dreaded giving the information to Master Yoda.
"Oh, my Lord, I'm so sorry!" gasped the governess. Bail reached over and picked up the small princess. His face softened and he felt a great comfort in holding, and then hugging the small child.
"I wuv you!" she shouted with joy, hugging the only father she had ever known.
"My Lord," began the governess, "this isn't the time, what with so many other things on your mind...But, truely, the child needs a name." The governess wore a caring expression.
"Yes, I know. I've yet to officially adopt and name her. But in good time, all in good time. I love her well." With a final hug he handed the Princess back to the governess.
The Viceroy carried a heavy burden with him all the years through the fighting and wars. Keeping the Princess safe had led him to the decision to keep her basically hidden in the palace walls. Few outside his small circle of most trusted aides and attendents even knew of her existence. Obi-Wan had brought her to him in desperation. 'Obi-Wan, where are you? What have they done to you?' Bail wondered feeling despair. His thoughts turned back to the Princess. The time always seemed wrong in recognizing her as his heir. To Bail she was but a small girl; and he could not see her as a grown woman, much less the possible leader of his world one day. He could only imagine that possibly one day he would manage to marry her to a young worthy man who might lead the people with complete confidence. Better yet, one day all the fighting would end and the evil Emperor stripped of his power. Bail had walked to the conference room and he straightened his shoulders before entering. Yes, one day when all the fighting was over, he would feel more confident about the girl's future; and then he could rest easy and love her as the small child had completely captured his heart. With a deep breath, Bail Organa stepped into the noisy conference room, ready to do all that was necessary for a secure future for his family, his friends, the whole galaxy.