Ch.2-What to do
The next morning, dawn crept into the cracks of the Organa palace. Breha Organa woke silently, and retreated to the kitchen, but not before kissing her daughter's calm face. Poor, sweet child. She thought.
When entering the tiled floor, Breha noticed her husband, Bail, sipping a warm drink by the large kitchen windows.
"Morning," he said, gazing out on the beautiful Alderaan. Breha came up silently and rested her head on his shoulder. She heaved a big sigh.
"What is it?" he asked, turning towards her. Breha remained silent, and gazed fearfully out at the view.
"Another nightmare?" he asked, forcing her to face him. She looked into his eyes, and she was scared.
"Yes," she said, a sparkling tear trickling down the side of her face.
"Oh Breha," he said, holding her close and kissing her forehead lightly.
"I don't know when it'll stop," she said breathlessly.
"Was it the same nightmare?" he asked.
"I don't know!" Breha shouted, making her way to the counter and slamming her fist down upon it. Bail stood completely still, gazing at his wife in concern. He said nothing. "This is the fourth time this week," she said, lowering her head to touch the marble counter. Bail moved forward and caressed her shoulders lovingly.
"It'll be okay," he whispered in her ear.
"How?" she asked, turning to face him. "She won't even tell me what they're about?" Breha allowed her body to be held by her husband's strong arms. "How much do you really know about where you got her? Is there something I should know?"
Bail thought deeply.
"I told you. I got her from the remaining Jedi," he said.
"But who is she from? Who are her parents? Her mother? Do they love her? Did they ever?" Breha asked.
"Oh sweety, you worry too much."
"Do I?" Breha asked.
The rest of the morning was spent in complete anxiety. Until Leia came prawling out of her room to enjoy the company of her parents. Her loving parents. It was as though nothing had happened…or as though she didn't want to remember.
"How did you sleep, sweety?" Bail asked Leia.
"Pretty good," she said nodding, and chowing away at her breakfast. Bail glanced quickly into his wife's eyes. They shared the same expression. Confusion. Worry. Fear.
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A/N: Again, I know it's short. But I don't have much time…hope you liked it! Please review. Thanks for reading!