06 – Chocolate
"A Fondor delicacy, your Highness," the diplomat whispered. "Sweet and aromatic."
Jagged could have as well tasted Alderaan's ashes. How weird that a person's happiness could be bound to another being if these bonds were so damn breakable.
"What is it made from?" His voice sounded like a stranger's to him.
"From the fruit of an ancient tree," the diplomat replied, happy he had taken up the subject. "Our ancestors brought it with them when they colonized the planet. Consider it our gift to celebrate your engagement."
In his pocket, the ring Jaina had returned to him became heavier with each second.