A.N. Welcome, everyone, to the wedding! I'm so glad you could make it! Let's see what our party guests are up to . . .

Luke Skywalker had never been to such an occasion before. He'd never been off of Tatooine before! The smells, the sights, the sounds, all of it was almost too much for him to adjust to. Like senses overload, Luke was amazed at everything he took in from around him. From the string quartet playing soft, romantic melodies to the desserts piled high on the table across from the small, baren grass field that was being used as a dance floor. The location was gorgeous, a flower park bursting with color and sweet aromas. Luke had even heard that the bride's bouquet had been made of fresh arallutes and she was wearing a "crown" of Corellian commelinas. He'd never even been to a wedding before. Today was all sorts of excitement to witnessing new things. Although, he had no idea why his aunt and uncle were bringing him here or why they were even here. The party was obviously higher class. The bride, he'd been told, was a princess of the planet, Alderaan. All the guests had nice clothes for the occasion. As for Luke and his family, they'd pulled out their best harvest clothes.

Awkwardly, Luke stood with his aunt and uncle against one wall. He knew he was like a human standing in a crowd of gamorreans, right now. Some cast their gazes his way, clearly wondering what he was doing here. To be honest, Luke couldn't tell them. He considered asking his uncle again, but decided against it, figuring that if his answer was anything like how he answered the last several times . . . there was no point.

After a while of Luke just standing there ever so awkwardly and his aunt and uncle standing on their toes, looking around the park, a dark-skinned man and woman and one other older man hurried over and the woman embraced the latter man who had white, thinning hair and wore a tan robe for the occasion. "Master Kenobi!" Luke's aunt Beru called to him. She beamed at him and the old man smiled warmly back.

"Beru, Owen, Obi-Wan," the darker-skinned man smiled at them all, moving to shake hands with Luke's aunt and uncle. "I'm glad you all could make it today. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to get off Tatooine."

"Well," Uncle Owen squeezed the man's hand with a nod and responded. "We didn't run into too many troubles. Just our luck, huh? It was one of the safest trips I've ever made and I haven't been off of Tatooine before. None of us have."

The one they all kept calling 'Master' smirked, saying, "I had to find them a pilot and point him in the right direction. And I got all dressed up, too." He ran a hand over his clean-shaven chin. "Shaved and all. I've been very excited to see the princess after all these years. I hope you haven't had too many troubles since I sent Jedi Olin here to watch over her."

"Hardly any," Breha dismissed the concern with a flip of her hand. Just the occasional accident, but nothing we couldn't handle. I'm sure she's somewhere around here. As well as Ferus. Wherever they are. Oh! That reminds me, Obi-Wan, somebody else did find out."

Luke watched as the man' face quickly grew concerned, but the woman nor her husband, so Luke assumed by the way they stood together, their hands holding each other's, seemed very concerned. "Just Sabé, but I'm sure she hasn't said a word to Leia."

Obi-Wan nodded. "I figured it wouldn't take long before she did. How long has she known?"

"I suspect longer than we used to think. Probably even before Ferus found out."

"That's not too bad. I feared it would be more difficult to hide Leia's parentage considering she was being raised on a Core planet and growing up in the middle of political affairs. I was sure some senator or another would realize who her mother was, but we've been very lucky."

The woman nodded in agreement before suddenly turning her attention to him. The woman smiled and reached out a hand to shake his. Luke did, but frowned in confusion. "So, this is young Luke Skywalker? It's an honor to meet you, young man. I'm Breha Organa and this is my husband Bail."

"Hello, Mistress Organa. May I ask, though, how do you know who I am?"

Breha didn't say anything, just smiled and shook her head. She turned back to old Kenobi who was wearing a peculiar look on his face. "It's an interesting choice you made to let Leia marry."

"We considered what you would think and the irony of it, but how would you expect us to explain that to her while she still doesn't know? Besides, maybe Anakin learned something that the rest of us could learn, too."

"I can't believe today," Leia whispered into Han's ear as he led her through the slow steps of the dance. "We're married!"

"I know," Han responded with a smile, pulling her closer yet to himself. One of his hands held hers, the other draped around her waist. "I'm so happy. I can't believe I got that lucky."

"That lucky that I fell in love with you?"

Han nodded, leaning down to reach Leia's lips. "Something like that." As he kissed her, he considered all that he felt at this very moment. He was overcome with joy. He could hardly come to terms with the fact that Leia was now his wife. Was it just him or had things for them just happened so fast? So fast, so perfect, what did it matter? They were together now. For good. And no force could rip them apart ever again. Leia, in his arms, smiling up at him with that beautiful grin . . . those small things were all Han needed to live. He could live off of her laugh for years, drink in her image and be good for a while. They were allowed this love now and Han rejoiced in it.

"Well, I consider myself lucky that you came here to Alderaan and fell in love with me."

"So do I, Princess." Quickly and suddenly, Han picked her up off her feet and carried her in his arms. Leia laughed at the unexpected then, relaxed, resting her head against his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his neck. "So do I," he repeated. They kissed again, long and sweet, and when their lips parted, Leia muttered against his mouth, "I love you, flyboy."

"I know, Princess."

After a long, peaceful, and fulfilling moment, Leia let go and told him, "Alright, put me down. We should go talk to my parents and thank them."

Han obeyed and and responded, "After you, Princess. Solo."

Leia smiled and pulled him along through the dense crowd. She found her parents speaking with a few guests; all of which were clearly offworlders. The sight wasn't too uncommon. Her father was often visiting with representatives of other planets, planning things for the Rebellion, but these people were different. They didn't fit the image of representatives with two older people and a very young man. Just left to wonder, she squeezed herself between her mother and father and hugged them both.

"And here's the bride!" Bail set down his wine glass to hug her back. "Congratulations, sweetheart. We couldn't be happier for you."

"Thank you, Daddy." She went back to Han's side and her father began to introduce the guests. "Leia, we have a few special guests I invited. I think you would like to meet them. This is an old friend of mine. General Obi-Wan Kenobi. He's with the Rebellion, a loyal fighter."

"General," Leia smiled and shook his hand.

"Princess," the old man bowed over her hand and smiled back. "Congratulations on your new nuptials. I wish you and your husband the best of life and the happiest memories."

"General Kenobi has been out of things for a while, but he has recently decided to rejoin the effort in whatever way he can. In fact, he's key in a project I've been planning for some time now. I think you'll be very interested in it. Now, this is Owen Lars and his wife Beru. They're moisture farmers from Tatooine, but I think we all have a lot to talk about soon. And, finally, this is their nephew, Luke Skywalker."

Leia reached out to shake the young man's hand. She figured he couldn't be much older than herself. He was a little on the short side, but taller than herself. He had bright blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. Awkwardly, he shook her hand back and sputtered, "Um, congratulations on the wedding. . . . Princess?"

"Thanks." She mustered a laugh and turned back to her father. "What do we need to talk about?"

Bail, Breha, General Kenobi, and the Lars all shared a look before Bail just shook his head and told her, "Later, Lelila. Not right now."

Han took Leia's hand again and gently pulled her around. "Come on. Why don't we go and start cutting the cake. Memily told me she came up with a new flavor just for us."

Leia was his wife now. Han marveled at the thought. She was his wife and he wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to be open and honest and never keep a thing from her, but he wasn't sure that he was the right person to tell her. Bail and Breha had told him. They'd told him everything from Leia's parentage to Fess Ilee really being a Jedi himself, sent to Alderaan to watch over Leia. Han could hardly believe that Darth Vader was Leia's biological father. Or, that Vader had once been a powerful Jedi who had fallen in love with a senator and spurned Leia. And her twin brother Luke Skywalker.

For the rest of the night, Han was so caught up in his and Leia's new marriage to think about it anymore, but he was anxious to tell her and lift the weight from his shoulders. Once the night had died down and the guests had left and the only ones remaining were the Organas, Sabé, Memily, Ilee, and the Lars and Luke, Leia left Han for a moment to change and Han and Chewie packed their things on the Falcon. Bail helped with the last few bags and set the down beside the pile of wedding gifts. He clapped a hand on Han's shoulder. "That's my little girl," he said. "My only girl."

"I know, Bail. You told me that when I was still in the med-ward. And I know. I'll take care of her."

Bail put both of his hands on Han's shoulders and smiled broadly at the Corellian. "I know you will, Han. That's why I let you marry her."

Just then, Leia came up the boarding ramp with one last bag of her own. She set it down and smiled up at Han. "You ready to go?" he asked her. She nodded. "Ready to start our own adventures together, completing missions together for the Alliance? Most definitely. I've been waiting for this, flyboy."

"I know you have."

"Well," Bail hugged Leia again and began. "I wouldn't want to get in your way while you two are heading off to go honeymooning, but I have a little gift I want to give you, Leia."

"What is it?"

Sabé and Breha came up to Bail's side while the Lars, pushing their nephew along with them, came to stand behind Leia. Sabé reached into her pouch and fished out a necklace. It didn't look like much. Though Leia did find it pretty, it was simple, made of cheap japor ivory wood, also bearing basic carvings. Sabé approached Leia and took her hand. She opened it herself, dropped the necklace into her palm, and closed her fingers tightly around the jewelry piece. "There's something you should know, something you deserve to know. Please understand that we only didn't tell you because we were trying to protect you. This necklace, though it may look like nothing, it's a piece of your parents. Not Bail and Breha. This was your biological mother's."

Immediately, Leia trembled and her glance turned down to her hand. She stared at Sabé, confused, afraid. "What?"

"Leia," Bail spoke her name softly, coming to Sabé's side along with Breha. Tears stood in his eyes as he spoke to her. "I am sorry we never told you before, but I was afraid of how you would handle it. But you're older now, more mature. And you deserve to know the truth. Leia, there's a lot that you don't know. We've done a lot to insure your safety. This is why I didn't want you fighting with the Rebellion. Because I know you're destined for so much more than just negotiating with other systems and I don't want to see you get hurt.

"I knew your mother very well. She was a good friend of mine in the Senate. She was strong, fierce, loyal, and selfless. Just like you."

From behind her, Leia caught Luke whispering to his aunt and uncle, "I don't think we're supposed to be here-"

"No, Luke," the woman, Beru, told him. "Patience. Just wait."

"Papa . . ." Leia fumbled for words and she relaxed just a little when she felt Han's strong arms wrap around her from behind. "It doesn't matter to me. I don't need to know about this." She tried handing the necklace back to Sabé, but the woman refused it. "Yes, you do," she insisted. "Listen to what Bail is telling you. It does matter. Not just because we've never told you before, but because it's always mattered. You're more important than you realize, Leia. It's because of your parents that you're here, that your destiny has been determined. Listen to us, please. Let us explain because the galaxy is depending on it."

Before Leia could try to utter another objection, Bail continued his explanation. "Your mother was a very close friend of mine and Sabé also knew her very well. Even better than I ever had." Leia looked at Sabé, watched her as she turned her gaze to the ground and tears began to slide down her cheeks. "The senate," she muttered. Sabé looked up at her, her brown eyes softer than Leia had ever seen them. "Sabé." Leia could recall simple memories from when she was still very young, just a little girl and her parents wouldn't allow her picture to be taken for news programs or holos. Whenever she went out into the town with Sabé, people wold always ask Sabé how old her daughter was. Then, she would correct them and tell them that Leia was not her daughter. But she looked like it, didn't she. "You worked for her," Leia realized. "The Nabooan senator. Queen."

With a sad smile, Sabé nodded. "Yes. Padmé-"

"But that's impossible! I've studied her for papers and projects and . . . and there was never anything about her having a-"

"Leia, when did she die?" Sabé asked her.

She died when I was very young, a voice seemed to taunt in her head. Leia's voice dropped low as she recited the answer. "The eighth of the Alderaanian month."

"Also?"

Leia's voice dropped even more as she answered. "My birthday."

"Hey!" Luke chuckled for a second. "That's my-"

"Luke, hush."

"She died. When I was born. She died when I was born." She looked at Sabé again, remembering all the stories she'd ever told Leia about her days working for the young queen. She was very beautiful, kind, but . . . sad.

Nodding to the japor snippet, Bail told her, "Your father was a great and powerful Jedi. However, he was young and naive and foolish. He fell in love with your mother and it caused many problems."

"At the time," Obi-Wan joined in the conversation. "It was frowned upon for Jedi to marry. So, they kept their marriage secret. So we assume. No one knew they were in any relationship. When your mother became pregnant, your father changed. He was scared and frightened and he wanted to good things, but he was so scared . . . he made it easy for other people to twist and play with his mind. He was seduced by the Dark Side and, overcome with grief, your mother died after childbirth. After you and your brother were born."

Her head swimming, Leia shook her head, trying to make sense of it all. The only question or word she could manage was, "Brother?"

"Your father's name was Anakin Skywalker. When your mother died, you and your brother were separated in hopes that we could protect you both from the Emperor and your father. Surely, if they found either of you, they would use you for the Dark Side, as well. Bail here asked to take you to be raised by him and his wife. Your brother took your father's last name and was brought to live with the only family your father had. We brought him to live with your aunt and uncle on Tatooine."

Brother. The words all echoed in Leia's mind and Han's grip tightened on her. Tatooine. Aunt. Uncle. Skywalker. It was slowly that she turned around to stare at Luke Skywalker and he stared back at her. He appeared just as lost and confused and afraid as she felt which gave her a little relief.

"The Force is strong in your family. Your father has it. Your brother has it. And you have it. Yes, it's you, Leia."

"So."

"So."

"This is awkward."

"Yeah, it is."

Luke sighed, turning back to face Leia. "I'm sorry. Just yesterday, my life was absolutely nothing and I couldn't stand it. Now, today, everything's . . ."

"A little more than you bargained for? Same. I hate to be leaving right away," she nodded back to the Falcon, "But I'll see you again when we get to the Rebel base, right?"

She put on a hopeful smile and it made Luke feel just a little bit better. "When you and Han come join us at Yavin. Yeah! Of course."

"Then, we can figure out this whole brother, sister, family thing?"

"Yeah. I really hope so."

"I hope so, too." Leia briefly hugged him before taking her husband's hand and turning for his freighter. "I guess I'll see you then."

"Right. Until then."

"Are you ready?" Han asked once they were both seated in the Falcon's cockpit. Leia took a deep breath, turning her gaze up to meet his. "I think so," she responded.

"Good. I'm anxious to finally get to our hotel, see the Corphelions. Relax."

Leia nodded, resting her head on his shoulder.

"And after a long day, I believe there's a bottle of white Mellorbell wine it's about time we get to drinking."

El fin . . .

Oh. My. Goodness. Well, because I love to rant about pretty much anything and everything, here's a 'thank you' rant that I feel I need to write.

So, when I started writing An Alderaanian Love Story, I wasn't expecting such encouragement and positive feedback like I got! I really wasn't expecting much of any response and so I'm really thankful for every single comment and review I've gotten on each and every chapter of this fanfic novel. Your support has meant the world to me and, whenever I'm feeling down, going through and reading old comments always makes my day. I like to think that your guys' comments and criticism has helped me become a better writer and so, I hope I'm not doing too bad.

The two one-shot missing scenes of Bail and Han's discussions are in my one-shot book A Long Drabble Ago and are published, so go check those out, too!

As for what I'm working on next, I've got a lot of ideas and a couple I've started, but haven't published. However, I came up with an idea shortly after I started this one and I've decided that it'll be my next project. It will be called 'A Corellian Love Story' and it's another romance fanfiction; this time centered on my Jyp ship. Sooo . . . yeah. There goes all my loyal readers who just happen to be Jaina/Jag shippers. But I hope at least someone tries it and likes it. I'll post an update once I get chapters of that one published.

Also, I have another fanfiction I started a while ago, but never put on here. I'm going to try that rolling again. It's an Aniri fanfic based off of an idea that was going to be used, but never was, for the end of LOTF Invincible. I'm renaming it and making it, along with my Jyp and Heia stories, into a "series". Their timelines and stories don't blend. They're just all romance and called nearly the same thing.

Until then, may the peace of reading, and the Force, be with you. JainaDurron7, out!