Disclaimer: George's universe, I just play here.

Characters: Mara Jade / Leia Organa-Solo

Rated: K

Genre: Humor


I really should have killed him when I had the chance. Mara mused, after what seemed like the millionth hour of being measured, fitted, poked and prodded. Leia was no help, now beyond tipsy all she could do was sit in a huge wingback chair sip sparkling wine and offer unhelpful advice.

It had been years since the fateful words of her former master echoed in her mind; You will kill Luke Skywalker. She had tried, she really did. But something about him made her stop.

Of course, at the moment, she couldn't think of what that something was. As far as she was concerned, Luke should have to die for putting her though this.

Leia started giggling. It was a little weird to have to the Chief of State giggle drunkingly at you.
It was even weirder to have the Chief of State (soon to be your sister-in-law) giggle at you while you try on wedding dresses.

"You should get that one!" Leia exclaimed before dissolving into a fit of giggles yet again.

"Can it, Solo." Mara rolled her eyes at her reflection. No, she would definitely not be getting this one.