Hello all! Massive apologies for the extreme delay in getting this chapter out! July turned out to be way busier than I anticipated and this chapter was very slow going at first. But I finished it and I'm satisfied with the finished product! Hopefully you all will be too. I had to do a lot of research for this chapter. Like diving deep into Mandalorian culture and clans and I got sidetracked a lot, but it was fun and interesting.
Chapter summary: Iyla and Obi-Wan travel to Mandalore after word gets out about Iyla's existence. Cue a Mandalorian sized celebration introducing the new little Lady of Mandalore to the people. Shopping, parades, fireworks, one awkward inter-clan dinner, and of course plenty of appearances from out favorite pyro-enthused Mando, Sabine!
Mando'a translations in the end notes as well as an update.
Chapter 20: The Little Lady of Mandalore
As much as Obi-Wan, Bo, and Korkie had tried, they couldn't keep Iyla's existence a secret. They all wished to keep her out of the limelight for a few years but of course word got out about the late Duchess' daughter and practically the whole planet was chomping at the bit to learn more about the youngest Kryze ad'ika. The Little Lady of Mandalore. The heir to the throne.
"A celebration?" Obi-Wan asked over the comm.
"Yes, a welcome party, if you will," Korkie replied.
"I'm not sure how I feel about Iyla being the center of attention of the entire planet. She's only five."
"Well, five or not, she is the heir to the Kryze throne and the Duchess' daughter. We can't keep the people in the dark for much longer. They need to trust us and hiding Iyla won't help them trust us," Bo answered coming to stand next to Korkie.
Obi-Wan frowned and crossed his arms.
"It's not like we're going to crown her as Mand'alor or anything. But it would be nice to formally introduce her to the people, Uncle Obi-Wan," Korkie said looking apologetic.
"It's just a party Kenobi. Iyla doesn't even need to do anything except be there. Maybe wave and say hello in her cute little speech impediment," Bo said.
"Did you say cute?" Korkie smirked.
Bo punched his arm. "Shut up, Korkie," she muttered looking slightly embarrassed.
"There really is no avoiding this, is there?" Obi-Wan asked.
"No, sorry. The parade arrangements are already being made and the banquet menu is being planned," Korkie replied.
"Parade? Banquet? Oh dear, this really is a party isn't it? When are we expected?"
"The celebration isn't for another three weeks but it would be great if you could get here a bit early. That way we can make sure Iyla is prepared," Korkie said.
"Yes, that is a good idea. We can be there a week before if that works."
"Perfect. See you in a week," Korkie said with a nod.
Obi-Wan sighed and turned off the comm. He was hoping they'd be able to avoid getting Iyla involved in the royal celebrity status for a few more years but he understood the importance of Iyla going now that her identity was known. Korkie, as the new Duke, needed to instill confidence and trust in the Mandalorians and hiding his very important cousin wouldn't do that. Iyla is technically the rightful heir even though she will never rule. But being the daughter of a duchess isn't something that can just be ignored. Iyla needed to attend the celebration. As much as Obi-Wan wasn't crazy about the idea.
"A party?!" Iyla asked with a wide smile on her face. "But…it's not my lifeday. And it's not Yule. So why is there a party?"
"It's a welcome party for you, dear. To welcome you to Mandalore," Obi-Wan explained.
"But I been to Manlore before."
"Yes, but not many people knew who you were or got to meet you. Now you get to meet everyone."
"How I'm gonna meet the whole planet, Papa? That's a bajillion million people!" Iyla said looking concerned.
Obi-Wan chuckled and patted her head. "You won't be meeting them all individually, dear. You'll just give a greeting to all of them at once."
"Oh, like saying hello to them?"
"Yes, love."
"I wanna do it in Manloran! Will you help me pwactice, Papa?"
"Of course, Iyla. After we work on some math. Master Alann said you could use more practice on sums and take-aways."
"But, Papa! I don't like math!" the 5-year-old whined.
"No. No whining, little one. Math is important to the life of a Jedi just as much as training and mediation. Now, 4+6?"
Iyla sighed and pouted but answered. "Ten," she grumbled.
"Very good. 8-4."
"Five?"
"Try again."
Iyla cocked her head to the side and moved her fingers. "Fouw?"
"Correct. 10-3."
The math lesson went on for a while but Obi-Wan could tell that Iyla was too distracted to continue much longer. That was his fault, he reasoned. He shouldn't have told her about the party before starting the math. Of course she wasn't able to focus. He gave her one last math problem which she answered correctly, then suggested they go visit the gardens. A way for Iyla to get her wiggles out and for him to get some peace and rest.
Iyla told everyone she saw in the garden about her Mandalorian party and even tried out some of her Mado'a on them as well. She was entertaining some of the Padawans with her excited Mando'a ramblings while Obi-Wan sat calmly a little bit away. He watched the group in amusement and let his mind drift. But a presence settled next to him and he brought himself back to awareness.
"Getting a Mandalorian party, young Iyla is?" Master Yoda asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"Yes, Master. Word got out about the Duchess having a child and, well, she can't be kept a secret any longer."
"Remain a secret, you wanted her to?"
"I had hoped to for a few more years. Perhaps when she was old enough to really understand the importance of who she is. Right now she just thinks everyone wants to meet her because her Mama was a Duchess."
"True, is it not? The daughter of a duchess, she is," Yoda said with a smirk.
"She is, but…there's more to it than that. It's not just that Satine was the Duchess. It's deeply rooted in tradition and clans and the Mando spirit and that's something a 5-year-old can never truly understand," Obi-Wan replied with a sigh.
"Tried to explain it to her have you?"
"Well, no, but-"
"Then know she doesn't understand, how do you?"
Obi-Wan frowned and didn't reply.
"Understand more than you think, children can. Underestimate or sell them short, we must not."
Obi-Wan inclined his head. "Yes, Master."
"Speak Mandalorian well, she does," Yoda observed.
"She loves it. Always wants to know more and try new words. She's much like her mother in that regard. Hardworking, curious, determined. I just hope that Mandalore can see that too."
Yoda hmm'ed and turned a calculating stare on him. "Much anxiety you have about this trip, Obi-Wan," he stated.
Obi-Wan lowered his eyes. "Yes, Master Yoda. I…I'm worried about how Mandalore will react to Iyla. She's kind and polite but she isn't being raised as a Mandalorian. She's being raised as a Jedi. And that's a controversial thing, Master. The Duchess having a Jedi daughter. The heir to the throne not being brought up in the ways of her people. Will they accept her? Iyla loves Mandalore and it would hurt her to know that they don't like her."
"Like her, they will," Yoda said confidently.
"But will she be accepted?"
"Value family, Mandalorians do."
"Yes, but they also value tradition and culture and they are very set in their ways and stubborn. If they get it in their head that someone isn't worthy of their support then that's it. I just don't want them to blame Iyla for things she cannot control."
"Worried about Iyla, are you? Or yourself?"
"Me?" Obi-Wan asked. "I'm not worried about me," he scoffed.
"Hold a grudge against you, you think they might. Yes, accept you as the Duchess' lover, you feel they won't," Yoda observed.
Obi-Wan's jaw tightened and he looked away.
"I don't care what they think of me," he said.
Yoda scoffed.
"I don't…I just…how they think of me determines how they think of Iyla and I don't want her to get hurt because an entire planet holds a grudge. She won't understand that it's not her fault. The fact that I am a Jedi isn't a small detail, Master."
"Control the minds and hearts of an entire planet, you cannot, Obi-Wan. And on your shoulders the reputation of the entire Order is not, either," Yoda replied giving him a knowing look.
Obi-Wan fought back the urge to scowl at the meddling and seemingly all-knowing green Master. "Yes, Master."
"Only control yourself, you can. Be calm, centered, and trust the Force you must. With you and Iyla both, it will always be."
"Thank you, Master. I will certainly try," Obi-Wan said before he could catch himself. He saw Yoda open his mouth and rushed to cut him off. "Yes, I know, there is no try," he said barely able to contain an eye roll.
Yoda huffed and brought his stick towards his great grandpawadan's knees but Obi-Wan jumped up and skittered away before he could make contact. He heard cackling behind him as he hurried off to get Iyla and head back to their quarters.
A week later the Kenobi duo was entering Mandalore's atmosphere both apprehensive for different reasons. Obi-Wan was still doubting how he and Iyla would be received and Iyla was obsessing over her "speech" that no one was requiring her to make but that she insisted on anyways.
Obi-Wan had to endure a long ship ride of mispronounced Mando'a and was more than ready to get off and meet up with Korkie and Bo to get Iyla's attention elsewhere. Perhaps one of them could take over the language lesson to give him a break.
Bo and Korkie were waiting for them when they touched down on the platform. Iyla was buzzing with excitement to see her aunt and cousin and could barely stay in her seat long enough for Obi-Wan to land. As soon as her seatbelt was unhooked she was off, pushing the button to let the ramp down, and racing out to give her family a hug.
"Whoa, I think someone is happy to see us," Bo chuckled as Iyla barreled into Korkie and nearly knocked him over.
"I missed you!" Iyla replied her voice slightly muffled against Korkie's stomach.
"We missed you too, ad'ika," Korkie chuckled as Iyla threw herself at Bo.
"Where's your Papa, little one?" Bo asked.
"He's turnin' off the ship. But he was too slow so I putted the ramp down to come see you," Iyla replied.
"Too slow? I'll show you too slow," Obi-Wan said coming down the ramp and heading for Iyla.
She squealed and hid behind Korkie attaching herself to his shirt as she giggled and moved away from Obi-Wan's wiggling fingers. Obi-Wan winked at her then turned to greet Korkie and Bo.
"How are preparations going?" he asked as the four of them piled into a speeder.
"Pepashuns for my party?" Iyla asked enthusiastically.
"Someone's a bit excited," Obi-Wan smiled.
Bo chuckled. "Yes, preparations for your party. And they're going well. Nearly everything is settled. Just some last minute things to be taken care of."
"The people are getting excited as well. There hasn't been much to celebrate in the last few years so everyone is eager for some good news," Korkie added.
"What we gonna do at the party?" Iyla asked.
"Well, ad'ika, there's a banquet," Korkie replied.
"A dinner," Obi-Wan clarified at Iyla's confused look.
"And there's a parade and a fireworks show along with a lot of other fun stuff," Korkie finished.
"Wow! Can we do it tomorrow, Papa?" Iyla asked.
"No, love. There's still a few days before the party."
Iyla frowned and pouted.
"Don't pout, darling. We'll have the party soon enough."
"Ok, Papa," Iyla grumbled.
They arrived at the palace quickly and were thrown into the midst of the planning frenzy. Palace workers were buzzing around with bouquets of flowers and stacks of silver plates. Each one that saw them stopped to give a respectful bow then hurried off to get back to their tasks.
Iyla stared at them all with wide eyes and tracked their movements with her head turning in all directions. There were so many things to see and people talking and running by. She stood mesmerized for a second before she felt her Papa pulling on her hand to keep walking.
They entered a small kitchen and all sound was cut off as Korkie closed the door behind him.
"Ah, peace and quiet," he said. "Anyone want a snack?" he asked looking at Iyla.
Iyla nodded and hopped up on a chair at the table. Obi-Wan moved to start helping Korkie but was waved off and directed to sit down as well.
Clearly their snack break had been anticipated since a large plate of peach tarts was set down on the table and two glasses of milk as well. Iyla tucked in eagerly and it didn't take long for her face to be covered in sugar and peach juice. She licked two fingers before catching Obi-Wan's raised eyebrow and smiling sheepishly. She took the offered napkin and wiped her hands then reached for another tart but the plate was moved away and set on a nearby counter.
"Just one for now, dear. You can have another after dinner. And obviously we need to work on some table manners before the banquet," he said giving her a pointed look.
"Sowwy, Papa. It was just so yummy," she replied squirming away from the cloth in her face as Obi-Wan reached over to clean the sugar and juice off. "I can do it myself," she whined.
"Well the finger licking doesn't seem to say so. Clean yourself up properly next time, Iyla."
The 5-year-old nodded then reached for her glass of milk.
"Don't worry, Uncle Obi-Wan. We have someone coming to help Iyla learn how to behave at the banquet. We know she isn't used to the royal lifestyle so she's going to need a little help," Korkie said.
"Good," Obi-Wan replied. "What else is on the agenda for the week?"
"Well, Iyla's going to need some clothes fit for a little royal so we'll need to go shopping," Bo said looking unenthusiastic but resigned to her fate. "We have that slated for tomorrow."
"Shopping?" Iyla asked excitedly. "I'm gonna go shopping wif you, Auntie Bo?"
"Yes," she said reluctantly. "We're going shopping tomorrow."
Iyla cheered and clapped. She had never done 'girl stuff' with her Auntie Bo before, just Padme and Ahsoka and she couldn't wait to spend this special time with her.
"We gonna have so much fun!" Iyla grinned.
"Yes, so much fun. I can't wait," Bo replied sarcastically.
But Iyla didn't catch on to her sarcasm and nodded. "Me eiver!"
"I'm sure taking two ad'ike shopping is exactly how you want to spend your day, Auntie, right?" Korkie teased.
"Two children?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Yeah, Ursa's bringing Sabine. Partly because Sabine has outgrown her formal wear and partly because she knew I needed someone to keep me sane," Bo smirked.
"Sabine is coming shopping too?!" Iyla exclaimed looking at her aunt with a wide smile.
"Yep, Sabine will be here tomorrow morning so we can head out early," Bo confirmed chuckling at her niece's enthusiasm.
"Can we go to bed now, Papa? So it can be morning time?" Iyla begged him.
"That's not quite how it works, darling," Obi-Wan laughed.
Although the evening and night seemed to drag on for Iyla, the morning came quickly, and with it, came excitement and anticipation. She could barely sit still during breakfast and Obi-Wan gave up on trying to tame her hair after scolding her a few times to stop fidgeting and turning her head. Instead, Iyla took a comb and ran it through her curls a few times then rushed through her 'fresher routine and threw on some clothes.
"I'm ready!" she yelled screeching to a halt in front of the door bouncing on the balls of her feet waiting for Obi-Wan.
"Alright, alright," Obi-Wan laughed. "Let's go find your Auntie Bo."
They found Bo standing in the main hallway by the palace entrance talking to a dark-haired woman beside whom was a squirmy and excited dark-haired girl. The girl was looking around every which way trying to catch a glimpse of anyone walking by. Finally her eyes locked on the Kenobi pair and she let out an excited squeal.
"Iyla!" she shouted and took off at a run.
"Sabine!" Iyla replied starting to run as well.
They clashed in the middle with a big hug and immediately started in on excited rambling.
Ursa and Bo shook their heads and smirked at them as Obi-Wan came over to stand next to the two women.
"Bo-Katan," he greeted then turned to Ursa. "I don't believe we have officially met before. I am Iyla's father, Obi-Wan Kenobi," he said sticking out his hand.
Ursa smiled and returned the hand shake. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Master Jedi. I am Ursa Wren, Sabine's mother."
"A Countess, if I am not mistaken," he replied.
"Yes, Countess Wren of Krownest," she replied. "Sabine is called a Lady, as young Iyla is as well. Just one of the many things our daughters have in common."
"Iyla speaks highly of Sabine. She is the first Mandalorian child to have shown kindness and acceptance of Iyla. Something I appreciate just as much as my daughter does. Young Sabine is a credit to your clan, Countess Wren," Obi-Wan said with a polite bow.
"Thank you. But please, Master Jedi, I am only called Countess in formal situations. Ursa will do just fine."
Obi-Wan inclined his head in agreement. "As long as you call me Obi-Wan as well."
"Agreed," Ursa smiled. She then turned to the still chatting and hugging children. "Bean," she called.
"Yes, Mommy?" Sabine said turning to look at her.
"Did you leave your manners back on Krownest, ad'ika?"
"No, Mommy," Sabine replied looking confused.
"Then come and greet Iyla's father, please."
Sabine immediately straightened up and came over to stand in front of Obi-Wan.
"Pleasure to be making your qwayndis Misser Iyla's Daddy," she said with a smile and an unsteady curtsey.
"Pleased to meet you as well, Sabine. You may call me Master Kenobi," he said returning the smile and giving her a bow.
"Papa's called a Masser cuz he's very portant wif the Jedi," Iyla piped up.
"You're a Jedi?" Sabine asked with wide excited eyes. "Do you gots a light stick? Can I see it?"
"He gots a blue saber. It's vewy cool. Can you show Sabine your saber, Papa?"
"There will be plenty of time for saber showing later on, kiddo. Sabine will be sticking around for the celebration after all," Bo said.
Both girls grinned and hugged each other again. When it looked like they might launch into another round of excited rambles, Ursa interrupted them.
"We should get going, little ones. The shops will be opening soon and we want to get in and out before we draw too much attention," she said.
"Yes, good idea, Ursa. The less people see us out, the less we have to stop and talk to them," Bo replied.
"Have a good time, love," Obi-Wan said pressing a kiss to Iyla's brow. "Mind your aunt and Mrs. Wren, alright?"
"Yes, Papa. See you later!" Iyla replied giving him a hug.
"Now, have you both had a 'fresher visit?" Ursa asked, ever the mother.
"Yes," both girls replied.
"Good, let's be off then," she said grabbing Sabine's hand.
Iyla rushed forward and slipped her hand into Bo's, falling into step with Sabine. Ursa smirked at the surprised look on Bo's face when her hand was grabbed and had to smother a laugh when her friend awkwardly smiled down at the girl. Bo-Katan was not known for affectionate touches but Ursa could already tell that Iyla was starting to change that. The little one was good for the stoic woman and had clearly wormed her way into her heart already. She was grateful to the girl for softening Bo's heart even though Bo would never admit it.
They were the first ones at the shops thankfully. It was much easier to have the shop to themselves, especially with two curious little ones wandering around. They'd also called ahead to a few shops so that sample outfits were waiting for them already. Bo appreciated this as it meant they wouldn't be shopping for any longer than necessary.
Iyla and Sabine loved trying on the different outfits and Bo was thankful that Ursa was there to give her input. She had great insight on what would be too restricting for a small child or had too much fabric that little feet could trip over or get lost in. Things that Bo didn't even consider. Such as comfortable fabric for a long day and easy removal for emergency 'fresher situations. These requirements also helped narrow down a lot of the outfits they looked at. Bo owed Ursa a lot for her help. If Bo was on her own, Iyla would have been stuck in a tight dress, tripping over the excess of robes, and unable to go to the 'fresher. What a disaster that would be.
Sabine was outfitted in a silky flowing dress of gold and silver, the colors of Clan Wren, and a pair of comfortable ballet flats for extended walking and standing. This just left Iyla, whose outfit was of utmost importance. She would be representing not only her clan but the royal house as well. She'd also be representing the late Duchess who, despite how the people acted towards her at the end, was much beloved and respected among the Mandalorians. Bo hoped that this love and respect would allow them to see Iyla as just a child and not put too high of expectations on the 5-year-old, but it was still important to make sure the girl looked nice.
The shopkeeper of the last store they visited was very understanding and cooperative. They knew that they would be the ones to dress the young heir and were going to do everything they could to make her look good and satisfy the Duchess' sister. It came down to two dresses, one with the blue Kryze colors and one with a turquoise and purple like the iconic outfit her mother had favored. Bo wanted some blue Kryze colors to be implemented but also liked the idea of Iyla resembling Satine with the turquoise.
Together, with Ursa, the shopkeeper, and some of Iyla and Sabine's input, Bo agreed to implement both. The dress they settled on had blends of purple and turquoise and was similar silky material to Sabine's. Both women agreed that the soft and flowy fabric worked best for the little ones. Iyla's dress was covered by a blue shawl that draped over her shoulders and completed the outfit. Bo opted for the same shoes Sabine got, trusting that Ursa knew what she was doing in picking out comfortable shoes for a 5-year-old. The final element, suggested by the shopkeeper, was a sparkling tiara with blue and silver gems. Although Iyla wouldn't be crowned as the heir or rule Mandalore, it was still important to show her status and respect for her mother's status as well. Iyla loved the tiara and she and Sabine took turns trying it on as Bo and Ursa thanked the shopkeeper and collected the dresses.
"Auntie Bo, are you gonna get a pwetty dwess too?" Iyla asked.
"I don't need one, kiddo," Bo answered.
"Oh, you already gots one?"
"Well, yes. Kind of. It's more of a ceremonial robe of sorts. Not a dress. I don't really wear dresses."
"Yes, if you had your way you'd wear your armor to the celebration," Ursa smirked and rolled her eyes.
"Maybe I can help you find a dwess, Auntie Bo," Iyla suggested starting to walk around the shop and browse the dresses.
"No, it's fine, Iyla, really. I don't need a dress. Really," Bo said with a tight smile.
"How bouts a crown like you, Iyla?" Sabine asked. "Your Auntie Bo can get a pwetty crown!"
"Gweat idea, Sabine!" Iyla said excitedly as the girls rushed off to the tiara stands.
Ursa laughed and clapped a hand to Bo's shoulder. "I'm afraid you're not leaving this store until you have a tiara, my friend."
Bo groaned and hung her head. "You put Sabine up to this, didn't you?" she grumbled.
"No," Ursa smirked. "This was all your little ad'ika's idea. And no one told her anything."
"You're just going to let her get away with this, aren't you?"
"Of course," Ursa replied. "Aren't you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Bo didn't reply, but it was already becoming apparent to Ursa that Iyla was well on her way to wrapping the older Kryze around her little finger.
Ursa laughed and dragged Bo over to the girls and watched in amusement as she humored Iyla and tried on various head pieces and tiaras. Some of them were ridiculous and they all had a good laugh but some of them really did look nice. One in particular would compliment her robe well and, dare she think it, look nice with her eyes. It was probably the girliest thing Bo could think of and part of her cringed at it but part of her also really liked it. Plus, Iyla was looking up at her with wide eyes full of awe and joy. Bo could swear she even felt warmth in the air around her and she guessed that it might have something to do with the Force or some other Jedi thing.
In the end, Bo opted for the tiara and it wasn't just because her niece told her she looked "bootiful" in it. She actually did like it and it would be proper for her to wear one, being a female member of the royal family as well.
Once they were finished at the shops, the four of them headed back to the palace for lunch. Sabine got to see a real lightsaber up close when Obi-Wan showed it to her and even demonstrated some moves as well. Sabine's eyes shone in the glow of the blue light and she immediately fell in love with the blade. She and Iyla spent the next half hour talking about sabers and Sabine was in awe of the fact that Iyla herself would get one someday.
"You'll let me use it, right?" she asked.
"Course! Cuz you're my fwiend," Iyla said.
"Awesome!" Sabine replied.
Over the next few days, Ursa brought Sabine over to the palace to play with Iyla for a while. Often after a long day of etiquette lessons and learning about Mandalorian royal customs. Obi-Wan made sure that the training wasn't too extensive and exhausting. Iyla was only five and she'd never actually rule Mandalore. There was no reason to stress her out or make her anxious.
Thankfully, her young age helped in this regard. She didn't seem to understand the significance of most of her lessons, something Obi-Wan predicted and was now thankful for. Iyla was more concerned about if they'd be having nerf burgers for dinner rather than which utensil to use and worried about there being vegetables that she'd have to eat rather than how to fold her napkin.
While Iyla was already very well behaved and polite, she wasn't trained in royal culture and Obi-Wan found himself getting a bit nervous at first that she'd make some sort of slip up and upset a dignitary or something. But as he watched her play with her fork and spoon while the instructor looked away and her little tongue poking out as she folded her napkin into a tangled mess, his anxiety disappeared into amusement and fondness. How she'd get along at the dinner was unpredictable but that's what having a 5-year-old is all about. And secretly, Obi-Wan hoped she acted like a 5-year-old. It would be immensely amusing and endearing.
By the end of the week, Iyla was tired and cranky and they all figured she'd absorbed just as much information as she was going to and didn't need to be subjected to anymore. Which was a relief to everyone as Iyla was starting to show her mother's stubbornness and attitude during lessons. She huffed and scowled and whined and, while it embarrassed Obi-Wan because she was usually so well behaved, it also made sense. She was done with it all. Poor thing thought she'd be coming to Mandalore for a party for her and instead has to endure days of lessons and long hours of boring information. At the end of one of her etiquette lesson she'd burst into tears and laid her head down on the table while she cried.
Ursa, who had gotten there a little early for Iyla and Sabine's play date, immediately went to comfort her and declared the lesson over.
"K'uur, ad'ika," she soothed. "Poor thing, you're tired of lessons aren't you? Don't worry, lessons are over for today," she said rubbing her back.
Obi-Wan hurried into the room not long after trailing a concerned Sabine who had him by the hand.
"I finded Masser Kenobi, Mommy. Cuz Iyla needs him cuz she's sad," Sabine declared letting go of him.
"What's happened?" he asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"Just had enough of lessons for the day," Ursa replied hugging the girl to her side.
"I not w-wanna learn m-manners no more, Papa. I-I'm tired of t-them," Iyla cried.
"Oh, love. I know. It's been so much, hasn't it dear? I'm sorry. Today was the last day of lessons anyways, no need to be upset. Come here," he said opening his arms.
Iyla pulled away from Ursa with a sniffle and threw herself into his chest. "I want my p-party. I don't like my l-lessons," she said clinging to his neck.
"Shh, my darling. It's alright. You'll have your party the day after tomorrow. Very very soon."
"And no more lessons tomorrow?" she asked hesitantly.
"No more lessons, dear one. Tomorrow is all about resting and playing. A reward for doing so well this week. I'm proud of you, my Iyla Satine," he said with a kiss to her head.
"Fanks, Papa," she yawned.
"Someone is t-i-r-e-d," Ursa smiled and winked.
"No, I'm not!" Iyla protested.
"Do you even know what that spells?" Obi-Wan asked looking amused.
"No…but whatever it is, I'm not it," she pouted.
"I'm sure you aren't," Obi-Wan smiled and shared a grin with Ursa.
"Perhaps a small rest is needed before-"
"Nooo," Iyla whined. "No nap, Papa."
"Iyla, no whining, love," Obi-Wan warned.
"I don't w-wanna nap!" she hiccupped.
Ursa, sensing a meltdown was coming, pulled Sabine aside to give the father and daughter some privacy.
"Why is Iyla sad, buir?" Sabine asked looking worriedly at her friend.
"She's just tired. She's had many many lessons and work today and she needs to rest. Don't worry, cyar'ika. Iyla will be ok," Ursa replied.
"Are we still gonna play?"
"I'm not sure, dear. We'll have to ask Master Kenobi. He gets to decide if Iyla is alright to play."
"Cuz he's the daddy so he knows best," Sabine nodded.
"Yes, ad'ika," Ursa smiled.
The Wrens watched as Obi-Wan soothed Iyla and dried her tears. The little one was rubbing her eyes and leaning against his chest, clearly emotionally exhausted and desperately in need of a nap. Obi-Wan spoke to her quietly and she nodded and straightened up. Ursa saw Obi-Wan approaching and told Sabine to go talk to Iyla for a minute.
"I apologize," he began. "She's clearly overtired and emotionally strung out. I should have known all the lessons would get to her," he said looking regretful.
"You cannot predict how a young child will react," Ursa assured him. "And there is no need to apologize. I have two young children myself. A small exhaustion-induced tantrum isn't anything new to me. Iyla is only five. It's to be expected."
"Thank you for being understanding. I'm going to try to see if I can get her to rest a bit. I don't think she'd be very good company to Sabine with the mood she's in. I hope you didn't come far just for a wasted trip," he said.
"The temporary rooms Bo set us up with are only a few blocks away. It is not a problem. My husband and son just arrived so I think we will have lunch with them then spend the rest of the day together."
"I do apologize though for having you come out just to turn around and go home."
"It's alright, Master Je-Obi-Wan," Ursa corrected herself. "Iyla needs to rest and that's what's important. I would have done the same for Sabine. There will be plenty of time for the girls to play in the next two days. Get that adi'ka to rest and have a slow and relaxing rest of your day. The poor dear earned it."
"I do hope Sabine won't be disappointed."
"She doesn't yet know her father and brother have arrived so I'm sure her excitement to see them will overshadow the disappointment," Ursa replied.
She called Sabine over and explained what was going on while Obi-Wan went to check on a wilting Iyla.
"Iyla, Mommy and me are gonna go see my Daddy and bruver Twistan! We will be back to play tomorrow, kay?" Sabine called over to her.
"Pwomise?" Iyla asked sleepily clutching her Papa's robe.
"Course!"
"Kay," she replied and yawned. "Bye Bye Sabine. Bye Bye Missus Wen. See you tomorrow."
"Goodbye, little one. We will be back," Ursa said reassuringly before leading Sabine from the room.
Obi-Wan scooped Iyla up in his arms and carried her to their room. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, her thumb inching towards her mouth. Obi-Wan silently pulled the digit away and Iyla let out an angry whine.
"Time to lay down, my dear. You've been working so hard and deserve a rest."
"Not a nap," she grumbled.
"Of course not, little one. Just a lie down, ok?"
Iyla didn't reply but nodded against his chest. "You sing to me please, Papa? I like it when you sing," she asked sweetly with huge puppy eyes.
"How can I resist that look?" he chuckled. "Of course I'll sing to you, my darling. Off to the 'fresher first then come lay down," he instructed.
Iyla scrambled down from his arms, rushed off to the 'fresher, then jumped into the bed next to her father. She snuggled against his side and latched on to his shirt.
"Sing," she commanded.
Obi-Wan laughed and began to sing. Iyla smiled and stared up at him with adoring eyes. She loved hearing her Papa's voice and she thought he was the best singer in the galaxy.
Even though he often got shy and self-conscious about his singing, he really did have a nice voice. Even Anakin, Padme, and Ahsoka had said so. They overheard him singing Iyla a lullaby one time and complimented him afterward. He thought he might die from embarrassment and was careful not to sing around them again. But, in the privacy of their own quarters, with his little light looking up at him with sparkling blue eyes and a bright grin as she asks for a song, he can't bring himself to deny her. He'd sing for her every time.
Iyla was slumped against him now, her adoring eyes blinking slower and slower as he finished the song. He smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead then rubbed her back to help send her completely into sleep.
"You sing pwetty, Papa," she mumbled.
"Thank you, love," he whispered watching her eyes close completely and her breaths even out.
The day of the party was finally here. To Iyla, it felt like she'd been waiting months. Korkie was explaining the schedule to them during breakfast but Iyla could barely concentrate on what he was saying. She knew she should be listening but her mind was going too fast thinking of everything. Obi-Wan took her aside to attempt some meditation, or as much as the crèche had been teaching them, in order to calm her jitters and nervous excitement. It helped him release some of his anxiety as well which allowed him to send calming feelings to her Force signature. Thankfully it worked and Iyla, while still brimming with excitement, was no longer trembling and buzzing with pent up energy.
The rest of the morning was spent getting ready for the celebration. There were attendants at the palace to do Iyla's hair and make sure her dress was ironed and her tiara sparkling. Obi-Wan thought that it was a bit of an overkill considering she'd probably drop her dinner on herself later anyway. Iyla did a good job of waiting patiently through their ministrations but Obi-Wan could tell she was just barely tolerating it. He left her with Bo and the attendants to go get himself ready and returned to a fully dressed and made up little girl waiting on the couch for him and playing with Barney while the attendants cleaned up.
"Papa! You look so handysome!" she grinned.
"Why thank you, my love. Korkie helped me pick something out. It looks nice, right?"
"Uh-huh! Vewy nice! Papa, do you see my crown? It's so spawkly and bootiful!"
"It is beautiful, little one. And look at your dress. You look like…" his throat clogged up and he swallowed thickly.
"Like Mama, right? We gots the dwess cuz Mama's dwess had the same colors. Member? From her pishure? Now I'm just like Mama!" Iyla smiled brightly.
The combination of the similar dress and Satine's smile on Iyla's face stole his breath away. He blinked rapidly and smiled at her but couldn't bring himself to speak. He caught Bo giving him a look of understanding and felt a deeper connection with the redheaded Kryze through their shared grief. Obi-Wan tuned back in to Iyla's excited chatter and grinned teasingly at Bo as Iyla pointed out how beautiful her aunt was in her blue robes and sparkling tiara as well. Bo blushed and looked away awkwardly.
"She's right, Auntie Bo," Korkie said coming into the room. "You do look beautiful. Like a true Kryze royal," he smiled.
Bo mumbled an embarrassed 'thank you' and shifted on her feet. Korkie took pity on her and didn't comment, instead turning to Iyla with a wide grin.
"Are you ready for the celebration, ad'ika?" he asked.
"Yes! Is it now, Kowkie?" she asked.
"It is, kiddo. Let's head out," he said looking at Obi-Wan and Bo as well.
It was a short speeder ride to the city center of Sundari, where they would sit on a raised podium above the crowd. Before they even got to the square they could hear the roar of the crowd waiting for them. Iyla's eyes widened a bit and she grabbed for Obi-Wan's hand when they caught sight of the sheer mass of people waiting for them. Obi-Wan squeezed it in comfort and sent her peace through the Force.
A few in the crowd must have caught sight of the speeder as a loud cheer rose up in anticipation of seeing the royal family. Iyla continued to cling to Obi-Wan's hand as the deafening sound of cheers continued all around them.
The speeder docked a few feet away from the platform and Korkie stopped for a moment. He saw the wide anxious eyes of his cousin and knelt down in front of her.
"Don't be nervous ad'ika," he said putting a hand to her cheek. "These are your people, your Mama's people, and they will love you. Greet them with excitement then enjoy the day."
"B-But what if m-my Mando'a is b-bad, Kowkie? They're gonna laugh at me," she said quietly.
"No one is going to laugh at you, kiddo," Bo spoke up looking ready to beat anyone to a pulp who dared laugh at her niece.
"No one is even expecting you to speak Mando'a, Iyla. They will be excited to hear you greet them in their language and they will love it," Korkie said.
"Pwomise?" Iyla asked looking up at him with big nervous eyes.
"Promise," Korkie smiled and winked then stood up. "Auntie Bo and I will go out first to greet the crowd then introduce you," he explained to Obi-Wan.
They waited patiently as Korkie and Bo addressed the crowd to thunderous applause and cheers. Iyla's grip on her Papa was tight and she leaned against him slightly. He rubbed her back and ran a soothing hand over her hair, careful not to upset her tiara or meticulous curls. Iyla barely registered Obi-Wan's guiding hand on her shoulder leading her out to the platform.
"The spirit of my dear Auntie Satine and Mandalore's dear duchess lives on in her daughter, Iyla, who would like to greet you all herself," Korkie said waving them forward.
Iyla walked up to Korkie and he invited her to stand with him at the podium. She looked back at Obi-Wan in fright that he wasn't going to stand with her up there. He settled as close to her as possible and reached out into the Force to give her comfort and support.
"Go ahead, ad'ika," Korkie urged her forward to the voice amplifier.
"S-Su'cuy Mando a-aliit," Iyla said biting her lip. "My name is Iyla Kenobi Kwyze of Clan Kwyze and I am five years old," she said holding up five fingers. "I am vewy br-briikase to be here wif you all my boor-shay, I mean, boor-shu, umm," she trailed off. There was a pause and Iyla swallowed nervously and looked out at the crowed with huge eyes.
A spectator near the podium spoke up. "You're doing wonderfully, adiik," they encouraged.
Iyla smiled and looked over at Korkie.
"Boor-sha-see," he whispered and nodded.
"Wif my burc'yase. Vor entye for my party even when it's not my lifeday. And fank you, I mean, vor entye for coming to meet me today. Umm, I love Manlore lots. And and that's all. Bye-bye, I mean, ret'urcye mhi!" she finished with a wave then stepped back to lean against Korkie's leg.
A loud applause and cheers rose up from the spectators and soon most of them were bowing their heads in respect of the speech and the girl.
"Long live the little Lady of Mandalore!" someone shouted.
"Aye!" Another shouted.
"Munit oyacyir ad'ika be Mandalore!" another yelled.
"Munit oyacyir ad'ika be Mandalore!" the crowd repeated with their fists raised.
"What does that mean, Kowkie?" Iyla asked as the crowd repeated the phrase over and over.
"It means they like you, little one," he smiled and hugged her to his side. "You've charmed them, Iyla. Just like your Mama."
Iyla smiled shyly and waved to the crowd once more.
The parade started shortly afterward and Iyla was completely entranced the whole time. She'd never seen a parade before and was in awe of all the dancers, floating balloons, bands, and banners. She clapped along to the music and stood up in excitement when the dancers and gymnasts did flips. Obi-Wan watched her fondly as she pointed out various balloons and banners she liked, her whole face lit up in wonder and happiness. He thought she was going to burst with joy when one of the dancers reached up and gave her a handful of lilies then bowed to her and danced away.
"Fank you!" she exclaimed hugging the flowers to her chest.
Obi-Wan took one of the lilies and put in her hair behind her ear. His heart clenched but he smiled at the glimpse of Satine he saw in her. Satine would have loved this. She would have been so proud of their little one and so touched by the love her people have shown to her daughter.
"Lookit, Papa!" Iyla said snapping him out of his musings. "They maked a pishure of Mama from the flowers!"
And indeed they had. The dancers, in an amazing display of skill and artistry, had fashioned a mural of Satine out of the flowers they carried in their baskets. Obi-Wan felt tears prick his eyes as everyone in the crowd bowed in reverence to the late Duchess and it was silent for a moment. Obi-Wan could hear Korkie's shaky inhales and sniffles and Bo's breaths sounded a bit hitched as well.
There were only a few more scenes in the parade and then Korkie stood up to thank everyone for coming and encouraged them to stick around for the fireworks show at the end of the day. Iyla waved at the crowd one last time, at Korkie and Bo's urging, then latched on to Obi-Wan's hand as he led her back to the speeder. The adults laughed as Iyla couldn't stop raving about the parade and the dancers.
"I speaked Mando'a good, right, Kowkie?" she asked after pausing to take a breath.
"Very very well, Iyla. The people were very impressed and they loved it, I know they did," he replied.
"I pwacticed lots and lots!"
"You were great, ad'ika," Bo complimented with a smile.
There was time between the parade and dinner to relax and play a bit and Iyla was delighted to have Sabine there with her. The two of them drew pictures, did puzzles, and raced around some toy speeders. The adults watched them laugh and play and made sure they didn't roll around and get their clothes or hair messed up. They were forbidden to play in the garden, something both girls frowned at but after stern looks from Ursa and Obi-Wan relented and decided to draw instead. Painting was definitely off limits too, much to Sabine's annoyance.
Thankfully it only took a little bit of straightening clothes and taming hair before both girls were ready for dinner. The dinner wasn't really for Iyla, like the rest of the day was. If it was, they would have been eating nerf burgers, "pusketti", and milkshakes and would never be served vegetables or yucky salad. But unfortunately for her, it wasn't and they were having vegetables. The banquet was more about politics and clan relations. There would be representatives and leaders of various clans attending and the goal was unity and peace. Korkie hoped that Iyla would be able to bring them all to some sort of agreement and union, not just among clans but with the Jedi as well. Trying to rule an entire planetary system was difficult and Korkie wasn't above using his adorable 5-year-old cousin to his advantage. It couldn't hurt to put her and her big blue puppy eyes in front of a bunch of icy clan leaders and see if they could melt them a bit.
Iyla was seated at the table between Korkie and Obi-Wan with Bo on Korkie's other side. At first Sabine was seated across from Iyla, but after the little Wren was caught making faces and Iyla returning them, Ursa moved to the other side of the table so they couldn't see each other.
There was some chatter and small talk as the rest of the leaders and dignitaries filed into the dining room. Among them were Sabine's father Alrich and his fellow clan member Fenn Rau. Also seated around the table were Rav Bralor, Kal Skirata, Leone Eldar, and Gar Saxon. All have long been allies to House Kryze and all had shown interest in pledging their support to the new Duke and his efforts.
The dinner started out well. Iyla remembered her lessons on etiquette and was very polite and well behaved, as Obi-Wan knew she would be. She enjoyed the stew and the accompanying spiced noodles. She wrinkled her nose at the vegetables though and had to be coaxed into eating them. This amused the dinner guests greatly and they chuckled at her grumpy expression. Despite her dislike though, she managed to finish them and smiled in satisfaction at her accomplishment.
"I eated them all, Papa," she said excitedly. "That means I gets bezert!"
Obi-Wan smiled and nodded. "That's right, my love. You did very well."
Iyla beamed and turned her attention to trying to fold her napkin into different shapes.
"What's that you're doing there, little one?" Alrich asked looking amused.
"Folding my napkin. I learned how to when I taked special lady lessons," she replied still focusing on her napkin, eyes narrowed and tongue poking out in concentration.
"And did you take lessons in Mando'a too, my lady?" Leone Eldar asked kindly.
"No, I knowed a lot of it cuz of Kowkie and my Auntie Bo and my vode. They teached me lots," Iyla answered holding up her napkin. "It's a birdie!" she explained.
It didn't resemble anything close to a bird but the adults indulged her and complimented her on her skills.
"I'm sorry, my lady, did you say your vode taught you Mando'a?" Rav Bralor spoke up, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I wasn't aware that you had any siblings."
"What's a sibing?" Iyla asked.
"A bruver or sister," Sabine answered from down the table.
"Ohh. No they not my real bruvers. But they do call me a vod'ika."
"And who are these brothers, Iyla?" Kal Skirata asked having some idea who she was talking about.
Obi-Wan, Bo, and Korkie shared a look, also knowing who she was talking about and apprehensive to see the reactions once it was revealed.
"Well, there's Cody and Wex and Wasser and Boil and Echo and Kiss and Fives. They-"
She was interrupted by Gar Saxon. "I'm sorry, do you mean you've been learning Mando'a from clones? And you call them your brothers?" he asked looking scandalized.
"Clones?" Rav Bralor echoed.
"Yes, Viceroy Saxon," Korkie spoke up. "Master Kenobi stayed close to his troopers and they've become like family to Iyla."
Gar Saxon scoffed and shook his head.
"Is there a problem, Viceroy?" Bo asked, eyes narrowed in challenge.
"Learning Mando'a from those Kaminiise engineered from a dar'manda," Gar spat.
"They did not ask to be cloned from Jango Fett, Saxon," Kal Skirata challenged. "They had no choice in the matter."
"They don't deserve to be called Mando'ade! And they shouldn't be teaching the heir of Mandalore anything about culture and language," Gar replied looking angry.
"Does it matter where the little one learns it, Viceroy, or rather that she had taken the time to learn it at all?" Leone Eldar replied.
"It most certainly does! Clones!" he said shaking his head.
Iyla watched the heated exchange with a furrowed brow. "Are the vode bad, Papa?" she asked in confusion.
Obi-Wan was simmering next to her trying his best to give his anger to the Force. "No, darling. The vode are not bad," he reassured her.
"But the Viceboy said-"
"Viceroy," Gar Saxon corrected through gritted teeth.
"Really, Gar," Fenn Rau said. "There's no need to get testy over a child's mispronunciation. That's just being pretentious."
"Pretentious!"
"Saxon, you need to tone it down," Alrich warned. "You're upsetting the children."
And he was right. Iyla's face was radiating confusion and distress. She didn't understand why the viceroy was mad about her vode. Sabine was wide-eyed and leaning closer to her mother.
Gar Saxon turned to Alrich with a look of anger. "And you, Wren," he started.
Alrich sat higher in his chair and faced Saxon with an unreadable expression.
"Allowing your child to befriend this clone-loving jetii'ka," he said.
"Now, hold it right there, Saxon," Bo said rising up in anger.
"You've associated House Vizsla with the Jetiise and compromised-"
"I have compromised nothing!" Alrich raged. "I have taught Sabine to be inclusive of everyone, no matter their background. I refuse to raise a close-minded child who decides who to be friends with based on what her clan and house tells her. Sabine will grow up thinking for herself!"
"She is the future of your clan. How can you allow her-"
"She is my daughter and I will raise her as I see fit!"
"It's bad enough that the Duchess had to go get impregnated by a Jetii, but now the girl is being brought up among the clones? If the Duchess were here-"
"If the Duchess were here she'd say you're way out of line, Saxon," Bo cut in standing up. "And she'd have no problem telling you to leave. As I am right now."
"You've gone soft, Kryze," he sneered. "The jetii'ka has gotten to you."
"Yes, she has. And I'm glad of it. Now, show yourself out," she growled.
Gar Saxon looked around the table at the others and waited a beat. His eyes settled on Fenn Rau and he looked at him expectantly, thinking the man would follow him out. But Fenn stood his ground and raised his chin. Saxon huffed and rose up, gave a reluctant bow of his head to a seething Korkie, then turned on his heal and stalked from the room.
The table was silent after the viceroy's exit, no one quite knowing what to say next. The silence was broken by a sniffle and all eyes turned to the little one sitting next to the Duke.
"'M sowwy," she sniffled.
"Whatever for, ad'ika?" Korkie asked looking concerned.
"I made the viceboy mad. He not like me or the vode or how I speaks Mando'a and and," she hiccupped then started to cry.
"You are not to blame for Saxon's poor behavior, my lady," Leone Eldar soothed.
"He said S-Sabine and me can't be f-fwiends and I not allowed to learn f-from the vode," she sobbed. "Sowwy I'm bad."
Obi-Wan had heard enough. He gathered Iyla into his arms and hugged her close. "Nothing about you is bad, my love. You have done nothing wrong," he said barely hiding the anger in his voice.
"Is…is Mama mad at me?" she asked quietly.
The room was silent again and the mood shifted to one of grief and pain.
"No, Iyla," Bo spoke up with conviction. "She's proud of you and loves you no matter what."
"Aye," the rest of the guests agreed.
"We were lucky to have her just as we are lucky to have you," the usually fierce and stoic Fenn Rau said surprising everyone.
"You are so very good, ad'ika," Korkie said. "A light for Mandalore and the hope of a bright future. And not even Gar Saxon and his entire clan can change that," he smirked.
Iyla wiped her eyes and attempted a smile."Fanks, Kowkie."
After a comforting kiss from her Papa she climbed back into her own chair and fiddled with her napkin. She stopped and looked up. "I still get bezert, right?" she asked hesitantly.
The table erupted in laughter and Korkie signaled to the servers to bring in the dessert.
It's amazing what some peach tarts will do to cure the tears and fears of a 5-year-old. The incident with Gar Saxon was soon overshadowed by the sweet and sticky treat. Thankfully there was no finger licking this time but there were sticky cheeks and sugar crystals in the wisps of her curls. Obi-Wan dipped his napkin in his water glass and gave it to her to wipe her face then worked on getting the crystals from her hair. Most of the guests had already finished and were milling around making small talk so no one really saw the less-than-formal face cleaning except Alrich, who was doing the same to Sabine. They caught each other's eyes and shared a smile.
The banquet was followed by a short time of mingling with the clan leaders and dignitaries. It was a great opportunity for Korkie to hone his diplomacy skills and talk politics. It was also an opportunity for Obi-Wan to formally meet them as well in hopes to soften the feelings toward the Jedi and improve long tense relations with the Mandalorians. Iyla stood patiently by his side and answered any questions directed at her. She smiled and curtseyed and charmed everyone just as her mother used to do. The fact that she had Satine's smile made her even more endearing to those who were loyal to the Duchess until the end.
Ursa stood to the side as her husband worked his way around the room. She opted to stay with Sabine who wasn't the center of attention and didn't need to be in the limelight like Iyla did. Which Ursa preferred. She didn't much like small talk or politics. She noticed that Bo had slipped out at some point and she envied her friend for making an escape. Sabine was antsy beside her bouncing on the balls of her feet. Obviously the sugar from the dessert was starting to take effect.
Ursa turned her attention to the little one at Kenobi's side and saw her squirming and antsy as well. She must be feeling the sugar rush too. She was impressed at Iyla's patience and manners that she wasn't complaining or making her impatience shown even though she was clearly bouncing, squirming, and dancing in…oh. Perhaps it wasn't a sugar rush after all. The girl's eyes were frantically looking around the room and her lip was between her teeth, clearly conflicted about what to do. Surely her father would take her if she asked. But Kenobi was engaged in an intense conversation with Leone Eldar and Iyla probably didn't want to interrupt. After another minute Iyla finally tugged on her father's robe impatiently and looked up at him anxiously. Kenobi excused himself for a moment from Eldar then bent down and listened as she explained her predicament. He scanned the long hallway they were in quickly and Iyla continued to bounce and squirm. Ursa knew she should step in.
"Come, Sabine," she said grabbing her daughter's hand. They made their way down the hallways and stopped in front of the Kenobis.
"May I be of service?" Ursa asked kindly.
"Oh, hello, Ursa. Yes, actually. Iyla needs the 'fresher but I am unsure of where it is. Do you happen to know?"
"I do, and I can take Iyla if you'd like. Sabine should go as well and it would allow you to keep mingling with the others," Ursa offered.
"I can end my talks, it is no problem," Obi-Wan replied.
"Sabine and I were only watching from the wall so this would give us something to do. Also, a short walk after a 'fresher visit might help the pent up energy as well," Ursa winked.
"Ah, yes. Good idea," he replied then turned to Iyla. "Darling, would you mind going with Mrs. Wren and Sabine to the 'fresher? Or would you rather have me come?"
"I can go wif Sabine and Missus Wen, Papa."
"Alright then. Go ahead. I will see you later, love."
"Ok, Papa," she said with another squirm.
Ursa took Iyla's hand in her other one and ushered both girls off in the direction of the 'fresher.
Obi-Wan met up with them once the guests were gone and found them lounging in his and Iyla's rooms changed out of their formal wear and into more comfortable attire. Both girls sat together on the couch watching something on a datapad while Ursa and Bo chatted at the table.
"Oh, good, you're back," Bo said.
"Have you been here the whole time?" Obi-Wan asked her with a raised eyebrow.
"No idea what you're talking about, Kenobi. Now, let's head out to the lawn and get ready for the fireworks," she said quickly changing the subject.
"Fireworks?!" Sabine shouted excitedly.
"Yes, Sab'ika," Ursa laughed.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" she said jumping off the couch.
"What's fireworks?" Iyla asked walking over to Obi-Wan's side.
"You never seened fireworks before?" Sabine asked looking shocked.
Iyla shook her head and soon Sabine was raving on and on about explosions and colors and sparks as the little Kenobi listened on in awe.
The lawn wasn't crowded in their area since it was reserved for the clan leaders and dignitaries and their guests. Sabine took this as an invitation to run around and play. Iyla clearly wanted to run around as well but was worried about manners and behaving. Obi-Wan saw the longing in her eyes to join Sabine and a few other children who were chasing each other around the lawn. He reached down and tugged on one of her curls to get her attention. She looked up questioningly and he winked then tilted his head towards Sabine and the others. Iyla's eyes lit up in happiness and she ran off towards the children.
Kal Skirata smiled at the pair and Rav Bralor nodded in satisfaction.
"It is nice to see the little one getting to be a child," Rav said looking wistfully at the laughing and running children.
"She conducted herself well during the dinner, even after that hut'uun Saxon upset her. I know she will never rule, but she does her mother and her clan proud," Kal said.
Obi-Wan swallowed down the lump in his throat and bowed. "Thank you, Leader Skirata. That is wonderful to hear and it means a lot."
"She is a charming, kind, and polite child, Master Kenobi. You must be very proud," Leone Eldar commented from his spot a little bit away.
"I am, Leader Eldar," Obi-Wan replied. He glanced over at the children and Iyla's bright grin and smiled fondly. "Very proud."
The lights around the field flickered, signaling that the fireworks were about to start. The children made their way back to their parents and Iyla plopped herself down in her Papa's lap panting and pushing her unruly curls from her face. Obi-Wan smoothed them back and pulled her tight to his chest. Sabine sat herself down next to them and pulled Alrich to sit with her similarly to Obi-Wan and Iyla. The little Wren had a look of pure excitement on her face at the prospect of bright and colorful explosions. Iyla didn't know what to expect but her excitement grew as Sabine's did.
The first blast went off and Obi-Wan felt a surge of fear and surprise in the Force. Iyla shrieked and burrowed herself into his chest, startled by the loud sound.
"It's alright, my love," Obi-Wan soothed.
Iyla covered her ears. "Scary," she whimpered.
"It is a bit startling, dear, I know. But look at what comes after the sound," he replied.
Iyla shook her head and turned toward his chest.
Obi-Wan put his hands over her ears and muffled the loud noise with the Force. He turned her around and titled her face to the sky as another firework went off. The bright red and gold colors mixed with the glittering sparks lit up the entire sky and with it the eyes of the little one in his lap. Iyla's wonder spilled out into the Force and he couldn't help but chuckle as her mouth fell open in awe.
"Do you see, little one? The beauty that comes from the scary sound? It is important to find the good in the bad. The fireworks make a loud startling sound but-"
"But they're pwetty and nice after," Iyla replied taking his hands from her ears.
"Yes, my little light. If you focus on what is scary about the fireworks then you miss the beauty of them."
Iyla nodded sagely and leaned back against him as the show went on above them. She still flinched a bit at the initial boom but did not hide her face or cover her ears. Obi-Wan smiled at his brave little one working hard to be brave and find the beauty among the fear. She really was a remarkable child, his Iyla Satine. She has her mother's strength and courage.
The fireworks fizzled out at last and Obi-Wan looked down to ask Iyla what she thought but found her slumped in his arms fast asleep. He heard a chuckle next to him and looked to see Sabine in the same position against Alrich as well.
"Time to get our sleepy ad'ike to bed, eh, Master Jedi?" he smirked.
"Yes, it's been a long and exciting day for all," Obi-Wan agreed.
Both men stood up carefully and shifted the girls in their arms. Ursa came to meet her husband with a cradled Tristan against her chest.
"It has been a pleasure to meet you and the little lady, Maste Je-Obi-Wan," Ursa said bowing slightly.
"Likewise, Ursa and Alrich. I have enjoyed getting to know Sabine and I am grateful for her friendship with Iyla. And to you both for allowing it and encouraging it," Obi-Wan replied giving them a bow as well.
"Sabine and Iyla are the future of Mandalore. It is important that we teach them tolerance and how to judge character for themselves. If Mandalore is to prosper and thrive, our children must be able to break through the barriers of clans, houses, and rivalries. When I look at Sabine and Iyla's friendship, I see hope and promise," Alrich replied looking down adoringly at the sleeping child in his arms.
"Mandalore is in a good place with you as one of its leaders," Obi-Wan said. "If Satine were…" he trailed off.
"The Duchess began this work and I will do all I can to help the new Duke see it through," Alrich said passionately.
"It is a privilege to know you, Alrich Wren."
"You as well, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Peace be with you until we meet again," Alrich replied.
"Likewise, Wren family. Ret'urcye mhi, my friends," Obi-Wan said.
"Ret'urcye mhi, burc'ya," Alrich answered.
The Wrens and Obi-Wan bowed to each other one last time then carried their sleepy little bundles of hope and light off to bed.
Hope you all enjoyed the trip back to Mandalore and the official introduction of Iyla into the royal family! Like I said, I did a lot of research on clans and houses in order to be as accurate as possible with loyalties, affiliations, and timelines, so I'm hoping I did alright with it. There wasn't a whole lot of info on certain clans so I took some creative license.
Also, I made Obi-Wan sing to Iyla because I've been binging Ewan McGregor's motorcycle documentaries and he sings in those and I forgot he can like actually sing, so I felt like I had to add it in here somehow.
I start back at work in 2 weeks so the next update will be whenever I get the chance to write. There's so much to do to get my classroom ready and prepare lesson plans and such but hopefully I'll have some kind of downtime. I was going to do an angsty chapter next but I'm not sure I'll be up for it, so I'll probably go with Iyla's drug-induced Archives rearranging instead. Thanks for being awesome and I'll see you next chapter!
Mando'a translations:
ad'ika—little one
Mand'alor—sole ruler or true ruler of Mandalore
ad'ike—little ones
K'uur, ad'ika—Shhh, little one
buir—mother/father (in this case, mother)
cyar'ika—darling
Su'cuy Mando aliit—Hello, Mandalorian family
briikase—happy
adiik—child
burc'yase—friends
Vor entye—Thank you
Ret'urcye mhi—Goodbye
Munit oyacyir ad'ika be Mandalore—Long live the Little Lady of Mandalore
vode—brothers/ sisters (in this case brothers)
Kaminiise—Kaminoans
dar'manda—no longer a Mandalorian, one who has lost their heritage
Mando'ade—Mandalorians
jetii'ka—little Jedi
Jetiise—Jedi (plural)
Jetti—Jedi (singular)
Sab'ika—diminutive affectionate term for Sabine (little Sabine)
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Ret'urcye mhi, burc'ya —Goodbye (until we meet again), friend