Being in Ireland there is a limited amount of Star Wars EU available read and being 15 I can't afford to buy it off the net, so sometimes I make up some names of people or places. That's why all my stories are slightly AU. (Alternate Universe)

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Anyway on with the story (You all know I don't own this)

Luke Skywalker came out of his meditation trance suddenly when he realised that there was someone sitting beside him. Although startled, he recognised his sister's presence before he opened his eyes.

Although they had kept the fact that they were brother and sister secret from all but a few close personal friends, their blossoming friendship that had ignited on the death star was hidden from none. Leia relied on her brother as a friend, confidant and advisor, and he was the reason that she hadn't collapsed ten times over since the forming of the New Republic. Well, him and Han.

Leia lived in fear of rejection and estrangement from her friends and colleagues if anyone ever found out the horrible fact that she was the daughter of Darth Vader.

Although she was highly respected in the New Republic, Leia had been battling her inner demons since Endor. Bail Organa had told her that she had been adopted, but she had always dreamt of her father being a heroic revolutionary or a poor hard working enslaved peasant. It had been a bit of a nasty shock.

Luke encircled his sister in a quick hug and felt her chaotic spirit relax a little.

"Luke-" Leia said hesitantly.

"Willyouwalkmedowntheisle?" she said in a rush, a rare blush spreading across her face.

Luke grinned a grin that betrayed his hard earned years of trial and wisdom. Boyish excitement and giddiness rolled off him, and he nodded with a grin. He turned to his twin, with a serious look on his face. Well, serious for Luke.

Does this mean…. Do you mean that you have accepted…it?

The one sore point between them was the fact that Leia had refused to accept Annakin Skywalker as her father. She acknowledged it as a fact but pushed it to the back of her head and buried it under mountains of work.

"Lukie….you know it… I'm just not ready."

"She's ready. It's been years and she's about to marry Prince Charming, we should tell her now."

The Chief Advisor and Councillor Garvimnson sat together in a quiet corner of the library, discussing the day's events.

"A little bitter, are we Louis? Look, she will have had her reasons for picking Jedi-boy over us. Heck, I suppose I'm a little bitter too. But this is Leia here, she's a big girl."

"Maybe she didn't want to insult any of us in the council room, maybe the post is still open?"

"And you think that we should tell her? Tell her about Bail not being her dad?"

"She deserves to know."

"Look, I'll do it. I know you're the diplomat but leave it to me. I'll go talk to her now, tell her everything." With that, The Chief Advisor rose from the table and left.

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The doorbell chimed softly at the entrance to Leia and Hans' apartment. Leia frowned. It was late and she had no more appointments scheduled until the morning. Han was away, and Leia was on her own. Not that she was scared, frankly, if she had to deal with another flower seller or dressmaker before the wedding, his or her own welfare would be in danger.

When she opened the door all the agitation drained away.

"Louis! How nice of you to visit! Come in!" Leia's mind worked overtime as she tried to work out a reason for The Chief Advisor's visit. He had never paid her a social call, ever.

"I'm sorry dear, but this is no light hearted social call. I need to talk to you."

Leia's mind worked overtime again; really she never let it rest. It would be just typical for a conflict of some sort to arise just before her wedding. Or was it something worse. As if reading her thoughts, Her adopted father's friend spoke.

"When your father died, along with our beautiful world, I took it upon myself to watch over you. Now it is time for me to tell you something that you may not wish to hear. I know that you are you're Daddy's girl through and through."

At this Leia stiffened, and a chill ran down her spine. What did he know? Louis was a gentleman, with a reputation for speaking his mind and not going off the point. In truth, he still subconsciously treated Leia like a little girl, but she didn't mind. It was refreshing.

"Leia-Bail Organa was not your biological father. You were adopted at birth. I know, dear this is a bit of a nasty shock. But think of it this way, your father was probably a heroic revolutionary or a poor hard working enslaved peasant."

Leia relaxed. He really knew nothing about her true heritage; he just believed that she knew less. Well she would humour him. She settled deeper into the sofa for a deep chat with her father's oldest friend. Her secret was safe.

A/n Well, you like? Please tell me. Oh and I realise that I put this down as romance and as of yet we haven't seen Han and Leia together, but that's in the next chapter, I promise.

I probably wont have another chapter up next week but stick with me; I'll be back to my computer the week after and chapter three will be up. In the meantime, please review. Happy reading!