Hello there... for those who are wondering, this story will certainly be AU. I'm not sure how the whole, "Reincarnated-into-the-place-of-a-Star-Wars-character," idea came about, but here we are. I hope you enjoy my take on a certain handmaiden's journey. Thank you for reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.
They say when you are about to die your life flashes before your eyes.
I can attest to the utter falsehood of said statement, as when I was about to die, all I could think was, "I'm going to die." I wish I could say my thoughts at the time were much more eloquent, but I suppose beggars can't be choosers.
There were no flashbacks, no chances to reminisce on my previous seventeen years of living on this Earth, and thankfully, no pain when the car that swerved into my lane collided with me head-on.
To explain where I am now is… difficult at best, impossible at worst. I stare at a great void. Everything surrounding me is a morose shade of grey. No sound, no warmth, no life… just absolute nothingness.
I stare at my hands, watching the muscles and bones move beneath my skin as I flex my fingers. If I am dead, how do I still have a body? I press my nails into my palms and see the pink, crescent shapes they leave behind. Poking my arm immediately afterwards serves to prove I have not lost the sense of touch.
I don't believe time exists here, wherever I am. Despite this I begin to move forward. The urge to break the silence should be overwhelming but I cannot bring myself to care.
With each step, the emptiness settles further inside my chest. Memories of who I am ─ Or perhaps, now, who I once was? This afterlife nonsense is confusing. ─ begin to color my surroundings. I see pictures of my family members, friends, and moments that made my, albeit brief, life worthwhile.
In an instant, the memories halt. Looking over my shoulder reveals a steady, burgeoning light burning over the events and people I care about. Ahead of me is a near-translucent wall, made of a reflective material like glass. The image in front of me, however, ripples and flows as if a current runs through it. I raise my hand towards the wall and hesitate.
"You always have a choice." The words are not spoken aloud in this silent void. I sense them as if they are speaking directly to my mind. "Remain in peace... "
My surroundings morph and blur into a radiant garden filled with beautiful colors, life, and music. A waterfall flows from a high, snow-capped peak and ends in a semi-circular pool that feeds smaller streams and brooks. Warmth from a light source, purer than anything I've ever experienced, creates a happy and relaxing atmosphere. Tears fill my eyes unexpectedly.
Now this is much closer to my idea of an afterlife.
"… Or fulfill a new role."
The wall transforms into a vast, star-filled sky. Light streaks across the surface, similar to a meteor shower I'd witnessed once when I was a little girl. I do not know what this disembodied Voice means by, 'new role,' but the emptiness I felt in my chest is steadily being replaced by anticipation, excitement even.
I can stay here, in comfort and rest or I can go into something unknown and fascinating. What to choose… what to choose?
I close my eyes and breathe deeply. Bidding goodbye to the offering of paradise, I lift my hand to the wall and step into the sky.
I wish I can tell you that being reborn is a wonderful, heart-warming experience I will always treasure. Unfortunately, it is the exact opposite ─ I would not recommend it.
Who knows, I may not even remember it once it's over with?
The only way I can describe it is like feeling every infinitesimal part of you being energized and then compressed into the tiniest vessel possible. It reminds me loosely ─ And I use the term, 'loosely,' lightly! ─ of the scene in Aladdin where the Genie describes having phenomenal, cosmic power and itty-bitty living space.
Now, if you take that description and amplify it to the highest degree, you may have a picture of what I am in the midst of. As the life energy around me moves forward, I see glimpses of massive, spherical bodies in space and time. I wiz by them in a streak of light ─ I'd become my own form of comet, as it were.
I do not know how far and long I travel in this manner, making no sense of my path as I approach a blue-green sphere. It's size and shape reminds me of Earth, though the geographical structure and cloud formations vary.
As I burst through the atmosphere and soar through clear, sparkling skies I sense the abundant surge of life around me. This place is beautiful. From several, towering mountain ranges, to powerful waterfall chains, vividly green forests, and eerie, shaded marshes. I pass a large settlement with domed shaped roofs, colorful banners hanging from poles and booths, meticulously carved statues and glowing hearths in each windowsill.
The pinnacle of this town is a palace, perched at the end of the largest grouping of waterfalls I've seen thus far, filling a gigantic, winding lake basin. My heart tugs at the sense of belonging I felt.
Home.
Despite my yearning for this familiar, yet unnamable place, my journey continues on to a quiet, coastal community nestled just beyond an industrial area filled with warehouses and technological factories. The coastline is quiet this evening, with few individuals walking along the sandy beaches.
The light around me begins to dim as I approach a young couple, hand-in-hand as they stroll along the water's edge. They either do not see me or otherwise have extremely poor observational skills for missing a swift beam of light heading in their direction.
The young woman has a kind face, with clear blue eyes and a thick mass of dark hair spilling down her back. The man with her has a strong jaw, though its edges are softened by the affectionate smile on his face. He looks away from his companion for a brief moment and reveals dark eyes framed by thick eyelashes.
Something about them draws me in, like a gravitational pull. I am the planet circling their star.
I come to a complete stop in front of them, hovering in mid air as they draw closer to one another. My body, that has previously felt so thoroughly compacted, begins to expand and dissolve. The last thing I see before disappearing completely is the woman's smile as she rests her hand on her midriff.
You know how I said being reborn is something I would not recommend?
Being literally reborn is on a level of it's own. For your sake and mine, I will go into no further detail concerning this.
I remember sleeping for a long time, occasionally being disturbed by noise and the urge to stretch as much as possible. It was simultaneously uncomfortable and the safest place I could imagine.
When I eventually see the people, who I quickly discover are meant to be my new parents, I cannot help but cry. I am so happy they are with me and I am with them. How could I be with anyone better?
My mother, the kindest person I've known in my thirty minutes of new life, is beautiful. My father looks at me with tears in his eyes as he holds me with such gentleness. I try to tell him that I am thankful for his consideration of me but I am so tired. Being born is hard work.
Before I drift away, my father begins an important discussion about, well, me:
"We never did decide on a name, Rumé."
"Now that I have seen her, it is much more difficult. How can we choose a name for someone so perfect?"
I strain to stay awake. I'd like to know my new name, if they would be so kind.
"We could name her after your mother? Kellis is a lovely name."
No─just, no. That's not right. I scrunch my nose in protest.
I hear laughter. "I don't think she likes that choice at all." Well, at least they are listening to me. "How about Noeshé?"
Even worse… how was that possible? More laughter follows.
"Alright, little one. What about Sabina?"
Sabina… that's an interesting name ─ let's go with that one.
"I think that's the one, Doman."
"I agree. Welcome to Naboo, little Sabina. We are so happy to meet you."
As I begin to relax and allow sleep to overcome my senses, an important question lingers in my mind.
Where have I heard the word, 'Naboo,' before?
It takes a year and a half before I finally remember why that name is so important to me.
The realization comes as I am sitting in our family room. The holoset is blaring louder than normal and it distracts me from the important tower of blocks I am building.
"Theed is alight with music and dancing as the Festival of Light begins. We are moments away from King Veruna making his first appearance to light the ceremonial flame. Senator Palpatine is looking as put together as always in his traditional, Senatorial robes."
Palpatine! I look up at the holoset and send my fiercest glare. Even if my linguistic skills had caught up with my mind by this point, I would not be capable of fully expressing my anger. I hate him! I hate him and everything his machinations brought upon the people in the galaxy─
A galaxy far… far away… Kriff! I'm in Star Wars.
How!?
"Sabina! What is wrong?" Mama comes hobbling into the room ─ she's rather pregnant with my unborn brother or sister ─ as I toss wooden blocks at the holoset. They do no harm to the projected image. "That is it. No more blocks for you this evening."
"Bad!" I garble at the image of Sheev Palpatine, or Darth Sidious rather, emblazoned on the wall. Mother lifts me into her arms and shakes her head. "Bad-bad! No-no!"
"Why are you so angry at Senator Palpatine, little one?" She muses as we move into the kitchen. Dad, who is reading the daily news on his datapad, does not seem bothered by my display.
"Because she's smart ─ you can never truly trust a politician." He has no idea how true that statement is. "Our Sabina is quite an excellent judge of character."
Mama sets me in the high chair, as our utility droid, K4-M8 rolls up with a plate balanced between his extendable ports. She lifts the plate and sets it before me. "Thank you, Kayfour." I stare at the food in front of me. How can I eat at a time like this!? "Honestly, Doman, don't go putting ideas in her head. She's only eighteen months old."
"It is important that she is well informed, my dear." Well-informed does not even begin to describe me. What am I supposed to do with all this information? Why do I even remember it all?
"Be that as it may, if it weren't for a certain legislative youth program you and I would never have met."
Star Wars! I didn't sign up to be in Star Wars!
If I ever find the source of that disembodied Voice, we will have words.
"And I am thankful for that program every morning when I arise, and every evening when I lay beside my beautiful wife."
"Who's the charming politician now, hmm?"
Mama and Dad continue to bandy words back and forth, while she simultaneously spoons muja fruit into my mouth. Normally, I like this fruit and have no problems with it, but having it during the middle of an existential crisis tends to ruin the taste.
"Oh, Sabina!" She wipes my chin, rather forcefully in my opinion, before hovering another spoonful in front of my mouth. "I don't know what is wrong, dear one, but you are going to eat your food!"
I succumb to the superior strength and knowledge of my mother and eat the rest of my meal without incident.
A short time later, she has tucked me into bed and is stroking her fingers through my hair in a way that never fails to lull me into sleep. Even though my mind is racing with, "What am I going to do?" and, "Am I the only one who has been reborn into Star Wars before?" and, "What did the Voice mean by fulfilling a new role?" my eyes begin to close.
I suppose I have time to figure out what my plan will be.
The next morning, I arise with a new sense of purpose and endless source of frustration.
I have so many questions and a pitiable lack of answers. In my former life, my older brother had been the true fan concerning Star Wars. He spent his time in the Expanded Universe, which would eventually become Legends , while all I did was marvel over Ewan McGregor's rather handsome face. (In all honesty, can you blame me? I think not!)
Though I did like the Knights of the Old Republic games… why didn't I end up in that timeline? I'd at least have a better idea of what I'm doing!
Was the Voice somehow connected to the Force? Did the Force have connections into alternate universes? Was George Lucas reborn from this universe into my original one?
Wait, that would be extremely strange.
The heaviest and most important question is this: now that I'm here, what am I supposed to do with the knowledge I have?
It's not as if I can do anything with it. Even if, hypothetically, I manage to out-manipulate the Master of Masterful Manipulation (read: Palpatine) he could, quite skillfully even in a hypothetical scenario, electrocute me into a diminutive pile of space dust and, frankly, I do not want to discover what that would feel like. I hate the sensation of static electricity ─ how am I supposed to survive a full on attack from a lightning-happy Sith lord!?
Another thing: if I tell anyone about the strange sequence of events that led to my subsequent rebirth into this universe, they will send me away in a padded airspeeder where I will likely be subjected to various attempts of psychoanalysis and fed tasteless food until I genuinely lose the tenuous grip on my sanity.
I'm just one person. A child of Naboo with no Force sensitivity, that I'm aware of, and no connections to any of the key characters in the Star Wars universe ─ also, I'm slightly miffed I wasn't born as a Jedi, or as another species. How cool would that have been!?
Either way, this is my new life. I have to figure this out and until I am capable of doing more things ─ Toddlers are limited, at best. ─ I will just have to listen. This may not have been my specialty as a teenager on Earth, but I can adapt here.
Stars… this is going to be some adventure, isn't it?
I dedicate myself to doing just that: listening. Even as my younger sister, Halleth, is born and manages to scream for the first two months of her life ─ Apparently colicky babies have a place in Naboo as well. ─ and my extended family members constantly question my parents about when my formal, political education will begin.
My dad, in his own, lovely way, is determined to keep Halleth and myself away from Theed and politics as much as possible. He never explains why he holds such firm antagonism towards the capital and as I grow older, I fail to ask.
Mama, on the other hand, cannot speak more fondly of Naboo's capital. She often reminisces on her time spent there, her childhood dream of becoming a Royal Handmaiden, and always manages to talk my dad into taking us to Theed every year for the Festival of Light once Halleth is old enough.
The longing I feel when I see the Palace grows stronger and stronger each year.
I spend a significant portion of time reading, though Naboo's written language is far more difficult than spoken Basic, and after my sixth birthday, I begin drafting my little sister into various plays about Galactic and Naboo history. She rather hates the costumes I make for her, as she prefers to spend her time outside climbing trees and nurturing the local flora, but our parents never fail to give us standing ovations after each and every performance.
They especially enjoy my impersonation of Governor Bibble, having watched so many of his speeches on the holoset. ("Reprehensible, reprehensible, I say!")
At eight years old, the local instructors speak to my parents on the subject of furthering my education. It was of their opinion that our quiet, coastal town, Kaadara, did not possess the resources needed to help me reach my fullest potential ─ despite my often expressed love for my home.
It seems that my chance at rebirth gave me a gift I did not possess before. I know for a fact that my physiological makeup has not changed ─I'm as human now as I was in my former life─ but my comprehensive skills and retention have greatly exceeded those in my age bracket.
I wish I would've had this skill before. Passing finals would have been so much easier.
On the eve of my entrance exams for the Royal Academy, my mother pulls me aside for one of her famous tea-time discussions. I have theorized that the size of the caf mug offered is directly proportional to the gravity of the conversation about to be had.
As it is, I have a hard time lifting said mug. It is large enough to be a soup bowl.
"Sabina, I want you to know how very proud I am of you." Mama has a sad smile on her face, even while she's sipping her favorite blend of tea. She has no issue with lifting her tiny mug by comparison. "I know this decision has not been easy for us as a family, but I know you will soar given this sort of opportunity."
"Yes, mama." I am torn between sadness of possibly leaving my home and hope of fulfilling my yearning for being close to the Palace again. I cannot explain my attachment to it. "Just… promise me you'll always comm me or send me messages." My eyes fill with tears. "I will miss you too much, otherwise."
Dad chooses this moment to step inside our small dining room and wrap us both up in his arms. I cry for what the future may hold and for the loss of my safety net at home. I suspect he sheds tears, too.
Halleth, characteristic of the little sister I love always and tolerate occasionally, gives me a bouquet of millaflowers the next morning before our mother leaves with me for the entrance exams. I open my mouth to thank her, as I know her garden is precious to her, and find myself at a loss for words when she says: "Now, these are for decoration only. Don't let any of your classmates smoke it."
All I can do is hug her and wonder when and how she learned of millaflower's hallucinogenic properties.
I also made a point before I left to leave a slew of holopics of myself, making various hideous faces, on her personal datapad. Therefore, it'll be as if I never left.
As Mama and I leave, I turn back and wave to Halleth and Dad through the back of the airspeeder. I will never forget seeing my sister tucked into his side, waving a handkerchief I'd embroidered for her as I left home behind.
One thing that surprises me about the Royal Academy is it's system of dormitories. I knew I would have to relocate to Theed upon receiving my acceptance, but sharing a floor with twenty girls ranging from age six to eighteen seems like a recipe for disaster.
Somehow, this hierarchy works within the facets of Naboo culture that put less stock in physical age and more emphasis on mental maturity. It is overwhelming at first to juggle all the various needs and personalities within my floor, the House of the Suns. I spend many evenings with my blanket tucked to my nose while wishing for the salt-air breeze of Kaadara to drift through my open window.
Thankfully, the Masters and Madams that established the Academy had a general idea of what they were doing. My roommates and I eventually learn to co-exist with each other in relative harmony ─ after the eldest, Vella, compiles a list titled, 'Rules of Engagement,' and sends it to our personal datapads.
I still don't know how she managed to discover our contact addresses. Part of me suspects she has splicing skills that she will deny vehemently if confronted.
I struggle in the beginning with finding my role within my fellow Suns. Not everyone appreciates my gift for impersonations, until I begin mimicking Master Kendo, our infamous philosophy instructor. ("It is perceptibly clear that the meaning of life, students, is murkier than the swamps of the Gungan proletariat. One must maintain serenity in all things─Jerek! Put that datapad down this instant or you shall scrub these hallowed halls with your personal toothbrush!─to better prepare yourself for the eventual disillusionment that awaits you.") This, for some strange reason, earns me the title of, "Silly Sabina."
This nickname haunts me for years to come.
Rabelle, one of my closest and dearest friends, and I face mutual uncertainty about our future career paths. At ages eleven and ten, this question is posed to us often by our educators. We spend many evenings mulling over this very predicament, in semi-hushed voices out of respect for our roommates.
"I don't know, Sabina. Madam Shen-Barek thinks I should apply for the Legislative Youth Program." As she says this, she twists the end of her braid with her hands. "Especially since my family wants me to pursue entrance into Theed University."
Knowing this disregard for hair care to be one of her few nervous habits, I ask: "Well… is that what you want to do?" Rabelle also comes from a long established noble family, her father being a third-generation legislator. If she hadn't of passed her entrance exams with flying colors, I can only imagine what path her creative brilliance would have led her on.
"Not really, no." she sighs wearily. "To tell you the truth, I'd much rather seek out a creative field: like joining the Great Theater, or cosmetology."
"After hearing your singing voice and experiencing your skills of hairdressing, I understand how this would be a difficult choice for you." She is ridiculously talented at both. I often ignore the needling voice of jealousy that reminds me I have no musical talent whatsoever. "But, if you do join the program, you get the highly sought after annual trip to Chandrila. I've heard their food is nothing short of heavenly. They have sweetcakes."
She laughs, worries seeming to melt away for the moment. "Sabina, only you would consider joining a Galactic-wide political organization for the sake of a meal."
"You don't understand the gravity of this situation, Rabelle! Cakes, in their simplest form, are already sweet. The Chandrilans, by some form of Force-craft, have managed to take this sweetness and bring it to exponential heights." I pause in my tirade about one of my favorite subjects. "Do you think Cook Wildyn has any dessert leftover from our luncheon? I'm starving."
"I don't know how you manage to put away so much food without severe weight gain," she says, revealing some jealousy of her own. "Your eating habits are borderline gluttonous."
"Just because I had a loaf of bread hanging out of my mouth when we met doesn't make me a glutton." Upon my arrival at the Academy, I sought out the kitchens first. Rabelle and I collided shortly after. After said collision, we were subjected to many assumptions that we were related due to our similar dark-haired, dark-eyed features. "Besides, I'm a growing girl. Sustenance is key."
"Will you two be quiet and go to bed?" an irritated voice chimes in from the bed to our right. "Some of us have important exams in the morning!"
Rabelle and I look at each other in alarm, before shrugging our shoulders in a manner that spoke of weary acquiescence. Some of our roommates don't appreciate our spirited conversations.
I can never figure out why.
'Halleth, for the millionth time: no, I cannot mail you any reeksa seedlings. One, I'm not taking xenobiology as a course this term and two, it's a carnivorous plant. This may translate to you as, 'exciting,' and, 'intriguing,' ─ but to the rest of the galaxy it translates as, 'dangerous.' Being eaten by a plant doesn't make for an inspiring epitaph on a grave marker.
Also, how did you find out we had this plant at the Academy for a research study? If you weren't so set on being a gardener, I'd wager you'd make a terrifying information broker.
Ask me again and I will release our home holovid of my favorite production onto the HoloNet. You remember it, don't you? You played such an excellent King Veruna.
Give my love to Mama and Dad. I'll see you in the summer recess.
XOXO Sabina, the best older sister in the galaxy.'
'Higher education has made you hard.
XOXO Halleth, younger sibling to the worst blackmailer in the galaxy.'
'You say the sweetest things, Howl-eth.
XOXO Sabina, the older sister who will always win.'
-Datapad message thread between Sabina Averna and Halleth Averna.
It is, surprisingly, during our mandatory exercise period that I sense some inkling as to what my purpose is here.
This day is obstacle course day; arguably the favorite exercise for the entire student populace. The course itself changes every time and it is a wonderful chance to relieve some of the stress brought on by our ever increasing assignments and examinations.
"Who do you think will win this time?" Jerek whispers in my ear. "Oli or Namu-Rya?"
The two in question are Oli Hisite and Namu-Rya Min, the Academy's top competitors in, well, every category. I am not certain as to why the human and Twi'lek are so concerned with one-upping the other, but it makes for an entertaining afternoon watching them. As Namu-Rya threatens to strangle Oli with her lekku, I feel a nudge to my side; Jerek, again.
"You never answered my question… " I've discovered over time that he does not like to be ignored. "Wake up, spacer."
"I'm fully awake, thank you very much, and we both know that Namu-Rya will win. Otherwise, how is Oli going to ask her to the Spring Formal?"
The infatuation between the two was another favorite subject amongst the student body. I have a running wager with Rabelle that Oli will ask Namu-Rya to be his girlfriend before the term is up in three months. She thinks he won't last another six weeks.
"That's… probably true." Jerek shakes his head, causing his blonde bangs to land in his eyes. He puffs them away with his lower lip. "Did you hear about the visitor?"
"What vistor?" I begin stretching. Having been through enough obstacle courses, I know the danger of cramping up at the worst possible time.
"Lieutenant Panaka, you know: second-in-command of the RNSF."
I stop stretching long enough to give Jerek a disbelieving look. "Either you're extremely bored to make up a story about him visiting us, for no plausible reason I will add, or you're telling the truth."
As it turns out, truth is stranger than fiction. Lieutenant Panaka is actually present and not some fanciful story Jerek came up with. He states, after Madam Brigg's verbose recounting of the man's accomplishments, that he is here to merely observe. I try my utmost best to maintain a nonchalant expression.
If I am unable to change things, I realize that I am staring at a future Imperial Moff. Even worse: the man who eventually informs Palpatine about Anakin and Padme's secret marriage.
I thought he would've been taller
Eventually, it is my turn to run the course and I suddenly regret the shuura fruit tarts I ate right after second period. I am a fairly quick runner but attempting this with a full stomach may not end very well for me.
As I vault over the first gate, cursing under my breath, I notice something odd about the layout of the course. Upon first glance, the only way to complete it would be to crawl underneath several low-hanging beams, then shimmy up a wall where two platforms extend out just enough to give leverage, followed by a rope swing to a set of cross bars I'd have to strong arm though to reach the end.
However, there is to be a long balance beam suspended over the length of the course. It's nearly invisible to the naked eye, as it looks like it's made of military grade glass. If the sunlight hadn't caught it just-so, I would've missed it entirely.
Well then… it's not like it's against the rules for me to take advantage of that.
I hear laughter behind me as I climb to the top of the balance beam, Jerek being the loudest, and begin a shaky, but quick journey across the top. (Don't look down, Sabina, don't look down.) After what seems to be an eternity later, I hop down to the end platform and place my hand on the red panel to clock my time for the course.
Rabelle, who is able to avoid the course today by assisting Madam Brigg, waits at the end to pass a towel to me. "I'm fairly sure that's considered cheating."
"I utilized my surroundings, just like we've been taught by Madam Brigg. If anything, she should be proud."
"Oh, yes, I imagine she's so proud of the girl she caught sneaking a sandwich into her meditative classes just last week."
"How am I supposed to, 'center myself,' if my stomach is constantly grumbling? That would be much more distracting than my eating."
We both turn at the sound of someone clearing their throat. My eyes widen once I realize Lieutenant Panaka is right behind me. How much of that had he heard?
"What is your name, student?" The question is directed towards me, which reminds me to stop gaping at the man like a moron.
"Sabina Averna, sir." He nods and gestures to the course behind us with his thumb.
"That was an impressive observation, Student Averna." I open my mouth to reply and fall short as he nods once again, though this is done in dismissal. He turns into an immediate about-face.
"Thank… you?" My voice ends on a higher note. Rabelle stares at the back of the man's head as he walks away. "What just happened?"
"It's called a compliment, even though the delivery was rather odd."
A few months later, it comes as a shock when I receive a message on my datapad from a Royal House address. (Seriously, how do people keep finding my data address? They must've compared notes with Vella.) It takes all of two seconds before I open the message and read the beginning with disbelieving eyes.
'Student Sabina Averna,
I am contacting you in regards to a recommendation placed by the Royal Naboo Security Force's Lieutenant Panaka. We at the RNSF would like to extend an invitation to you to join our Youth Security Training Program. This will allow an excellent opportunity to advance within a future career at the Royal Palace, if this is your desire. The references from your educators speak highly of you.
Upon acceptance of our invitation, please refer to the attached files for various background checks and other legal documents. If you have any questions, you may contact me at… '
I read over the message multiple times, trying to discern whether or not this was legitimate. After two hours of mulling, I forward the contents to my mother. (I may or may not have titled the header as, 'Is this a prank?') Within five minutes, I have a response from her.
'Sabina, this is the farthest thing from a joke. In fact, it is a high honor that has been bestowed upon you… '
Before I can finish reading her message, my comm lets out a blaring noise. That's odd, Halleth never comms me… I hope everything is alright. I pick it up from my bedside table and install the earpiece for privacy. "Sabina here,"
"Since when did you want to become a Royal Handmaiden!?"
I hope you all liked the first glimpse of Sabina's life! She has quite the journey ahead of her. Thank you for reading and please feel free to leave a review, I'm always looking for feedback!
