I know, I know, and I'm sorry - it's taking me some time to upload new
chapters.. I was busy with paper writing of the school-type, which takes a
whole lot more of my time, since I don't particularly enjoy it.. In any
case, thanks you all for reviewing! Here's chapter 7!
Love, Matita
Chapter 7
Frissa spent the next three days in prison. She was not let out, she did not see anyone, and she had no one to talk to (this part was the most difficult for her.) She was just entering a crisis, wandering what will happen to her, how in the world was she going to get out, if that was an option at all, and whether her mother would ever find out what happened to her.
Also, she was starting to hate Vader, for not coming around to talk to her, or showing any interest in her at all. This in fact was not true. Vader had her monitored, and from time to time would ask about her behavior, and how she was doing. But Frissa did not know this.
Somewhere on the forth day of her encarcerment, Darth Vader was walking the main bridge of the mighty star destroyer.
His men were working beneath and around him, and from time to time one of them would approach him for new directions. Also governor Tarkin insisted on speaking with him, something about the Death Star project, and a certain calculus that had to be done.
Vader functioned just right, answering all the questions, and making all the right decisions, but to some of the men that day he seemed a bit distracted, as if acting mechanically, and thinking something totally different. And in fact, he was.
Frissa had been occupying his thoughts more and more. He didn't quite understand why, but he reckoned that it had to do with the fact that she was the most genuine, simple, interesting person he had met in a while. He had almost forgotten there were normal people out there, make up salesgirls and such things, people who did not really know or care about intergalactic politics or waging wars, or even flying ships.
Frissa quite amazed him by declaring openly her incompetence in driving, something he thought as normal as walking (or breathing?), by admitting without a hint of guilt her desire for pretty things, and her pleasure in his noticing her dress (that was not what he wanted!!).
And she spoke in such a manner as no one had spoken to him in years. Without fear, or false dignity, or overbearing, or despise, or hate. Just in a simple friendly tone.
So now, Darth Vader was walking down the main bridge of the powerful super star destroyer, and he was thinking about Frissa. Other thoughts accompanied him as well. Things he had forgotten almost, but that he once loved, like wind in his face, and rain at night, and walking barefoot over grass, and the smell of a fresh field in the morning, and waterfalls, and birds. Also, something about coffee in the morning, and a big, fresh loaf of warm bread. He decided she probably drank hot coffee in the morning. Or took walks to clear her head. And now she was in his prison, alone, closed in...
After a while the idea seemed unbearable to him, and he decided he could have another talk with her. He was trying to make himself believe he was calling her because he had to make sure she was who she said she was, but he knew he was just trying to give her a chance to stretch her legs. Of course he was not ready for what he saw.
Frissa had been three days in prison, and only her most bare necessities had been satisfied. There was a time she believed a moisturizer in the evening was a bare necessity, as was a comb, or a tooth brush, but now she just longed for a bath and a new set of clothes. That dress, no matter how beautiful, was not the right thing to wear in jail.
When the guards came for her, she walked very slowly, and the bright light made her eyes sore. The guards took her for quite a ride, all the way up to the seventh level, and the officers quarters.
Vader was waiting for her in one of the smaller conference rooms, deciding that it was a neutral enough environment, and small enough for them to be left alone. He was sitting when she came in, and he got up. He dismissed the troopers, and showed her to a chair, and than returned to his own.
Frissa preferred this room to any other till than, and the light in it, somewhat more dimmed than in the large white corridors, suited her better.
Vader was looking as huge and impressive as always, and she liked the way he had put his hands on the desk in front, one over the other, like large paws. He looked a little shy.
"You are probably wandering at the nature of this meeting, your highness." He said, trying to sound menacing. He couldn't however. She seemed more natural and defenseless than ever.
Her garment was wrinkled, she looked sleepy and tired, there were large bags beneath her eyes, eyes that blinked at him in the light, but that were still bright and searching. She had a meek air around her, but still she was not afraid of him.
"you probably think I look like a mess." She said softly.
"You aspect is not my concern, your majesty" Vader said, sounding even falser than before.
"You know, it is not my fault entirely. I mean, you kept me locked for a while there." She said.
"It is a standard procedure for a political prisoner, I assure you. My guards tell me you had no complains." Vader answered, attempting a business like tone now.
"Political prisoner, eh?" Frissa said, after thinking for a while " who would have ever though.. And there I was thinking about making a career in make up sales.. When are you going to let me go?"
"Go? It all depends on how this settles. Till then, I suggest you practice some patience. Now, let me explain to you the procedures."
"You are to be shown to your father. He desires to be certain you are alive and unharmed before he commences the negotiations." Vader began to explain the scheme he had cooked up. However, most of it sounded too bizarre for Friss, and she was really feeling slow.
"O.K." She said.
"The negotiations should be swift. Your father seems eager to cooperate." Vader went on, thinking of other plausible things to say. He had no real reason to talk to her. The plan would go ahead with or without her consent. However, he had wanted to see her.
Yet after a while, Frissa seemed in no mood to argue, or even speak. Vader noticed she was blinking some more. Her lips were of a very pale shade too.
He was expecting her to talk some more, maybe argue with him. Usually a passive, disinterested response from his victims made Vader angry, causing him to kill them immediately. He disliked that, because he enjoyed challenges. This time, however, he was not angry. In fact, her lack of response concerned him. She looked a little pale. But his informers had told him all her vital sings were good.
Frissa was not looking at him any more. She was just sitting there, staring at one spot, her head leaned on one hand. She was exhausted, she hadn't slept all past three nights, since their last encounter.
She kept on wandering how she was going to leave, what was going to happen, and how she could talk to her mother. Also, the incredibly uncomfortable bunks were no use there. And now, on this comfy chair, she was passing out. It was all to emotional for her, first the princess, than the stun, the ship, Vader, the troopers....
She heard Vader say something else, but his voice came like an echo of a distant rumor, soft and silky, and warm. Then all went blank.
When she woke up, she was in the same cell she had been till then. But at least now she was not so tired. It seemed to her that she had had a really good sleep, and a very comfortable one. She didn't know that Vader had caught her when she fell asleep on the table, and carried her to his chambers. He was not quite sure why he did that, but he let her sleep there for a while, staring at her breath evenly and softly.
Love, Matita
Chapter 7
Frissa spent the next three days in prison. She was not let out, she did not see anyone, and she had no one to talk to (this part was the most difficult for her.) She was just entering a crisis, wandering what will happen to her, how in the world was she going to get out, if that was an option at all, and whether her mother would ever find out what happened to her.
Also, she was starting to hate Vader, for not coming around to talk to her, or showing any interest in her at all. This in fact was not true. Vader had her monitored, and from time to time would ask about her behavior, and how she was doing. But Frissa did not know this.
Somewhere on the forth day of her encarcerment, Darth Vader was walking the main bridge of the mighty star destroyer.
His men were working beneath and around him, and from time to time one of them would approach him for new directions. Also governor Tarkin insisted on speaking with him, something about the Death Star project, and a certain calculus that had to be done.
Vader functioned just right, answering all the questions, and making all the right decisions, but to some of the men that day he seemed a bit distracted, as if acting mechanically, and thinking something totally different. And in fact, he was.
Frissa had been occupying his thoughts more and more. He didn't quite understand why, but he reckoned that it had to do with the fact that she was the most genuine, simple, interesting person he had met in a while. He had almost forgotten there were normal people out there, make up salesgirls and such things, people who did not really know or care about intergalactic politics or waging wars, or even flying ships.
Frissa quite amazed him by declaring openly her incompetence in driving, something he thought as normal as walking (or breathing?), by admitting without a hint of guilt her desire for pretty things, and her pleasure in his noticing her dress (that was not what he wanted!!).
And she spoke in such a manner as no one had spoken to him in years. Without fear, or false dignity, or overbearing, or despise, or hate. Just in a simple friendly tone.
So now, Darth Vader was walking down the main bridge of the powerful super star destroyer, and he was thinking about Frissa. Other thoughts accompanied him as well. Things he had forgotten almost, but that he once loved, like wind in his face, and rain at night, and walking barefoot over grass, and the smell of a fresh field in the morning, and waterfalls, and birds. Also, something about coffee in the morning, and a big, fresh loaf of warm bread. He decided she probably drank hot coffee in the morning. Or took walks to clear her head. And now she was in his prison, alone, closed in...
After a while the idea seemed unbearable to him, and he decided he could have another talk with her. He was trying to make himself believe he was calling her because he had to make sure she was who she said she was, but he knew he was just trying to give her a chance to stretch her legs. Of course he was not ready for what he saw.
Frissa had been three days in prison, and only her most bare necessities had been satisfied. There was a time she believed a moisturizer in the evening was a bare necessity, as was a comb, or a tooth brush, but now she just longed for a bath and a new set of clothes. That dress, no matter how beautiful, was not the right thing to wear in jail.
When the guards came for her, she walked very slowly, and the bright light made her eyes sore. The guards took her for quite a ride, all the way up to the seventh level, and the officers quarters.
Vader was waiting for her in one of the smaller conference rooms, deciding that it was a neutral enough environment, and small enough for them to be left alone. He was sitting when she came in, and he got up. He dismissed the troopers, and showed her to a chair, and than returned to his own.
Frissa preferred this room to any other till than, and the light in it, somewhat more dimmed than in the large white corridors, suited her better.
Vader was looking as huge and impressive as always, and she liked the way he had put his hands on the desk in front, one over the other, like large paws. He looked a little shy.
"You are probably wandering at the nature of this meeting, your highness." He said, trying to sound menacing. He couldn't however. She seemed more natural and defenseless than ever.
Her garment was wrinkled, she looked sleepy and tired, there were large bags beneath her eyes, eyes that blinked at him in the light, but that were still bright and searching. She had a meek air around her, but still she was not afraid of him.
"you probably think I look like a mess." She said softly.
"You aspect is not my concern, your majesty" Vader said, sounding even falser than before.
"You know, it is not my fault entirely. I mean, you kept me locked for a while there." She said.
"It is a standard procedure for a political prisoner, I assure you. My guards tell me you had no complains." Vader answered, attempting a business like tone now.
"Political prisoner, eh?" Frissa said, after thinking for a while " who would have ever though.. And there I was thinking about making a career in make up sales.. When are you going to let me go?"
"Go? It all depends on how this settles. Till then, I suggest you practice some patience. Now, let me explain to you the procedures."
"You are to be shown to your father. He desires to be certain you are alive and unharmed before he commences the negotiations." Vader began to explain the scheme he had cooked up. However, most of it sounded too bizarre for Friss, and she was really feeling slow.
"O.K." She said.
"The negotiations should be swift. Your father seems eager to cooperate." Vader went on, thinking of other plausible things to say. He had no real reason to talk to her. The plan would go ahead with or without her consent. However, he had wanted to see her.
Yet after a while, Frissa seemed in no mood to argue, or even speak. Vader noticed she was blinking some more. Her lips were of a very pale shade too.
He was expecting her to talk some more, maybe argue with him. Usually a passive, disinterested response from his victims made Vader angry, causing him to kill them immediately. He disliked that, because he enjoyed challenges. This time, however, he was not angry. In fact, her lack of response concerned him. She looked a little pale. But his informers had told him all her vital sings were good.
Frissa was not looking at him any more. She was just sitting there, staring at one spot, her head leaned on one hand. She was exhausted, she hadn't slept all past three nights, since their last encounter.
She kept on wandering how she was going to leave, what was going to happen, and how she could talk to her mother. Also, the incredibly uncomfortable bunks were no use there. And now, on this comfy chair, she was passing out. It was all to emotional for her, first the princess, than the stun, the ship, Vader, the troopers....
She heard Vader say something else, but his voice came like an echo of a distant rumor, soft and silky, and warm. Then all went blank.
When she woke up, she was in the same cell she had been till then. But at least now she was not so tired. It seemed to her that she had had a really good sleep, and a very comfortable one. She didn't know that Vader had caught her when she fell asleep on the table, and carried her to his chambers. He was not quite sure why he did that, but he let her sleep there for a while, staring at her breath evenly and softly.