Sabine sighed and Ezra's hold on her tightened.

"You tired?" he asked, quietly.

"Just a little, but I don't want to go to sleep yet."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

Ezra chuckled at his queen.

It was late afternoon. Earlier that day, just before tea, Ezra had said he was suddenly very tired. He excused himself, as did Sabine; she found that she was tired also. They were lying in their bed, just resting and enjoying the other's company. If perhaps they'd been a few years younger, they would have been having more fun on the bed, than just lying there, but now all that mattered was that they were together.

Sabine shifted, nestling up closer to Ezra. Her head was resting on his chest, like it usually did. Her hand was placed idly over his stomach.

"Your heart is steady," she said thoughtfully.

Ezra breathed deeply. Sabine's head rose and she heard the rush of air in his lungs. He exhaled and her head went down.

His hand came up to stroke her hair.

"Do you think it will be sunny tomorrow?" He asked.

"It'll snow tomorrow. It'll probably start tonight."

"I know, but I would like to think that the sun will shine tomorrow."

"The sun will shine tomorrow. It always is, right behind the clouds. All you need is someone who will brush them away."

"I'm tired, Sabine."

"I know you are. Why don't you just close your eyes?"

"I don't want to sleep just yet. I want this moment, right now, to last forever."

Sabine smiled. "You're still the romantic boy I met on Lothal all those years ago."

Ezra frowned.

"I should have gone back, just once."

"Why?"

"To recall the happy times."

"Were there many?"

"Lots."

"I think you can remember those anywhere."

"But I've had more happy times with you, Sabine."

"Ezra grinned and hugged his queen even tighter.

"I was never really happy, until I met you. I like how my life has turned out." He kissed the top of her head. "It wasn't what I planned, but I wouldn't change a thing."

"I thought you had planned to live in a palace."

"Ezra chuckled.

"I expected to be alone; not have a wife, in-laws…kids."

"Grandchildren," Sabine said coyly. "Amira and Dev, it seems like yesterday those two were born." Sabine thought fondly of her daughter and son and she thought of where their names had come from; from Ezra's mother's name and from the alias he used at the Imperial Academy. "And then Eleni, Caleb, our other Ezra, Crispin, and Matthias. Such a large family we became."

"A large family full of love," Ezra said, picturing his son and daughter and his grandchildren.

"Do you remember when you first told me your name?" asked Sabine.

"I don't know how I could forget; we almost got blown up."

"Heh, yeah. We certainly didn't meet like most conventional couples."

"No, but that's never bothered me. It was always fun to tell Amira and Dev how we met." He remembered the children's faces when he would describe his and Sabine's first meeting together.

"I think it suits us, how we met," he said after awhile.

"Blaster and all?"

"Blaster and all," Ezra said, sighing.

Ezra's life certainly had not turned out how he had expected. Though he always thought that his first dream was in fact unreachable, it had been what he was striving for his whole life. And then he got a pistol pointed at him by a Mando girl. And who would have thought that Ezra Bridger would get a second chance at a new life and a new dream. Not Ezra Bridger, that's for sure.

Sabine's life had not been how she pictured it either. Her future always seemed clear; be a rebel, with Kanan, Hera, Zeb, and Chop being her only companions. Then a boy came into their crew. At first, she saw him as nothing more than an annoying kid. If you had told her that she would fall in love with that street rat, she'd have called you crazy, and maybe punched you in the face.

"We've had a wonderful life together, haven't we, Ezra?"

"I think we have."

Countess Wren and her Lord Consort were well loved by their Clan. Long had they reigned, yet they still had the waning youthfulness some might have in their thirties. One day, the couple had just stopped aging. The two had their suspicions, but how could they really prove it was the will of the Force? The people did not mind; the longer they had their Countess and Lord, the longer their prosperity would last.

But today Ezra was so tired. His eyes kept drooping and he could not keep thoughts in his head for long. He knew that he had to go to sleep and Sabine knew too, and she seemed okay with it. She knew that they would still be together.

"Ezra, I love you."

"I love you more."

Sabine laced her fingers into Ezra's.

"I love you most."

Ezra closed his eyes, letting out a content sigh. Sabine's lids fell heavily. Within moments, the two began to dream an endless dream, where they were young and in love forever.

Dev Wren was the spitting image of his father, the Lord Consort, but he had the gorgeous amber eyes of his mother. As he walked down the corridors of the Compound, his short cape billowing out behind him, he could hear the footsteps of his sister tagging along behind.

Amira Wren was the older sibling, but Dev was to be named Count when their parents retired. That had been at Amira's request. She would have never wanted to sit on a stuffy old chair and act all royal. Amira may have looked like her mother with blue eyes, but she had her father's spirit. When she was a child, she was always running off to have an adventure, of which her father would tag along, to share in all her new discoveries and quests. Amira loved the stories Ezra would recall to her and Dev of their parents' time in the Rebellion. They filled her head with distant lands, all full of treasure and romance. She wanted nothing more than to fly off and explore those lands and live just like her parents had. But she was a member of the nobility, and she had duties. And one of those duties was chiding her younger brother.

"Dev, just leave them be. They were tired. They're probably napping."

"Or they might be awake and wanting supper."

"There are servants for that."

"Excuse me for being a dutiful son. I just want to check on them, Amira. I've been worried. Father's been getting more and more tired of late. Mother too."

"Mother has just been saying that so she can be alone with Father. I'm sure they're fine. Besides, you try being old and not tired." Dev rolled his eyes at his sister.

The siblings came to their parents' door. Dev knocked gently.

"Mother, Father are you awake?" No answer came from the other side. Dev knocked again. "Mother? Father?"

Amira tapped her foot.

"They're probably asleep. Let them be."

"Well, let me make sure that they are." Very quietly, Dev opened the door and poked his head in. He saw Sabine and Ezra lying on the bed together. He stepped into the room. "Mother? Father?" He walked closer to them, Amira tiptoeing behind. As the two got closer, they realized how quiet their parents were, and they were very still. Their chests were not rising with air. The two stopped short and stared at their parents. They both knew that the Countess and her husband were not going to open their eyes.

At length, Amira said, "They're smiling." Dev only nodded his head. "Isn't it romantic?" Amira was having a difficult time keeping the tears out of her voice. "They went together."

"Mama was living on Papa's time," Dev said, slipping into childhood for a moment to grasp the memories of his mother and father. "She had to go with him."

"And now, they'll never be apart."

Dev did have to admit it; it was romantic.

The next day, all of Krowest was in mourning. The bodies of their beloved Countess and Lord were washed, dressed, and made ready for their funeral. Sabine and Ezra were laid side by side on a stone table, with their fingers interlaced. One by one, nobles and commoners alike walked past the two to pay their respects. The last to pass were Count Dev and Amira Wren. Dev put a rose in his mother's hand and Amira slipped her father's lightsaber into his. They both put their fingers to their lips and then placed those fingers on the lips of their parents.

The bodies were covered with a sheet and taken to the royal tombs. And as the lovers were being taken to their final resting place, lanterns were released, just for the souls of the Countess and her husband, because the people were sure that the two were watching.