Author's note: I'm sorry. I swore that I had updated this. I have finished Sins of the Fathers on Theforce-dot-net and have now written several chapters of its sequels. I'm going to finish posting this in the next couple of weeks. Also, a note on the Organa family history. Breha's miscarriages are referenced in Clone Wars books. The Obi-wan and Anakin thing was inspired by Newsflesh, where Shawn and Georgia are the most popular names of the post-zombie-rising world because they're named for heroes.

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The Emperor's orders were clear and unequivocal: Organa was not to be a martyr.

Bail Organa could have easily been killed resisting arrest. He could have died under questioning. That would have turned him into a tragic figure, a victim of the Empire's notorious brutality. It would have inspired protests and, in all likelihood, riots. It would ave galvanized the conscientious objectors and produced an uprising. It would have been an easily-quashed uprising, but it could set the stage for others.

The Emperor had mandated that Organa was not to be a martyr to stamp out the fire of rebellion. Lord Vader mandated that Organa should come to no harm for a simpler reason: the man was a criminal, not a martyr.

Charges would have to be pressed soon. As soon as the Department of Imperial Rehabilitation and Penitentiary Services had registered the presence of Senator Bail Organa in one of its prisons, the chrono had begun to countdown to the moment when the man had to be released or indicted. Vader had personally seen to the gathering of evidence and had no intention of letting the time run out.

The arresting offense had been the aiding and abetting of a treasonous act, but there was solid evidence that the man had leaked classified information. He had dealt in the illegal arms trade, however informally, so that the Royal House could help fund the rebellion's war efforts. They had proof of his tendency to harbor wanted criminals. While the man had never fired a blaster in opposition to the Empire, he had enabled nearly two decades of resistance. For that, he should have died. Instead, he would pay the price of his treason in installments.

The High Princess of Alderaan had not acknowledged the crisis. His sources in the Council of Thanes and the Alderaanian media said that she had refrained from public appearances and was showing signs of strain, but she had yet to admit that her father's absence was anything more than a scheduled diplomatic mission. Her skills of deception, while fledgling, were worthy of a seasoned politician.

In the moments when he allowed himself to observe the girl, he saw her parents. He was reminded of Queen Breha's defiance, which had left Alderaan without defenses but free of an Imperial presence. He heard in her speeches the cadences of her father's advocacy of sentient rights.

At other times, however, he saw in the set of her jaw and the cold resolve in her eyes a young Senator who had also sought to find a diplomatic solution in the face of aggressive negotiations.
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In theory, the political feud between the noble houses of Organa and Antilles had been resolved. The leaders of Alderaan had recognized the need for mediation in determining the rightful ruler of Alderaan and the Jedi had sorted out the issue at hand in less than a month. Analysts praised the affected parties for their graceful acceptance of the decision and claimed that the houses had demonstrated diplomatic wisdom in their willingness to work hand in hand.

There were those who questioned the validity of the unlikely romance between Bail Organa and Breha Antilles. The Senator and his Queen seemed genuinely fond of each other and scandalously decided to solemnize their marriage vows three days before the public ceremony was to take place. The romantics of the court believed that they had chosen to pledge themselves to each other out of the public eye; the cynics believed that they had wanted to sign the paperwork without needing a show of false sentimentality.

Some cynics felt their theory had been proven when the Queen refused to bear an heir to the royal house.

There were few that knew that pregnancy had occurred. The first one lasted a mere five weeks, the second eight. On the third occasion, the Queen and her Viceroy had been making preparations to announce her condition when the miscarriage rendered the press announcement unnecessary.

When the court physician confirmed her fourth pregnancy, Breha had asked that no one be told. It was a shared secret between the Queen, her husband and her physician alone. Not even their chief aides knew for the first nine weeks.

When the first trimester passed without signs of complications, they allowed themselves a daring hope. This could be the one that finally brought a child into their lives. The child was healthy by all the fetal measurements and was fond of moving during the wee hours of the morning, when his or her parents could give their undivided attention to the miracle of their new family.

At twelve weeks, the court press secretary issued a formal statement. Designers from as near as Aldera and as far as Bimmisaari offered to provide a maternity wardrobe for the Queen. Staffers and citizens alike wept for joy. Allies offered their congratulations.

At twenty weeks, Bail and Breha allowed themselves to think of one fairly major detail.

"A family name is expected," Breha stated on one of their private mornings. "We could add another Bail to the family."

"A noble name that is the bane of the Senate," her husband mused, tracing a hand over the increasingly prominent swell of her belly. "While I appreciate the offer, I would like to consider other options. We could give Raymus a namesake."

"House Organa has its fair share of noble names," the Queen argued. "Nomar..."

"If we are to name him for a Jedi, why not Obi-Wan or Anakin?" Bail teased. "I hear such names are all the rage now that the Jedi are heroes of the Republic."

She immediately turned her back on him as if blocking access to their child. "I am not raising Anakin Organa."

Bail let his arm encircle her waist and he hid his smile against her shoulder. "It was merely a suggestion," he commented. "A good negotiator knows to consider all options before committing himself to a cause."

Her shoulder shifted a moment before she rolled onto her back so he could see her smile. "Why are you so sure that we are to have a son?" she challenged..

It was a fair question, but one he could not answer satisfactorily. After a long moment of consideration, he put it into simple terms that withheld nothing. "I feel as though it is not our time to welcome a daughter just yet," he said.

"Now who's the Jedi, my love?" Breha rejoined.

"You disagree?" he asked.

"I have no instincts on the matter," she admitted. "We would love a son just as much as a daughter."

He could see in his mind's eye the blissful appreciation of his wife looking on their firstborn. He had known long before the first pregnancy that she yearned for a child and shared that self-same yearning. He wanted to give her that joy more than anything that he could think of.

"If we were to have a daughter," he suggested, "I thought we could name her for your mother."

The matriarch of the Antilles clan had died a year after her husband's failed attempt to become Chancellor. Bail had mourned the woman as a fellow Alderaanian, but Breha's entire life had been molded by the woman's wisdom and support. It was a suggestion that she did not refute immediately and she clasped his hand tightly with a slightly watery smile.

"Princess Leiha Antilles Organa," she considered. "I will keep that in mind."

Four weeks to the day after they first considered names for their heir, he was stillborn and a part of his parents' hearts was buried with him.