Broken Ties

I: The mysterious Lady

Broken Tiesfour years later

Bail sat in his home office twirling his thumbs, waiting patiently for the message from Mon Mothma. He would again provide a safe haven for a victim of the Empire, a very special victim. Vader was moving toward her territory and she needed to slip out without crossing paths with him. Somehow Bail had come up with the genius idea of bringing her back to Alderaan under an assumed name. She was use to disguising herself by now, but she always knew if she ran into Vader that would be the end of it.

Six year old Leia came running into Bail’s office swinging a model spaceship. A Corrilian freighter he had bought her. He smiled as she jumped in his lap and excitedly explained how she had built it. Unlike most little girls, she loved model spaceships more than she did dolls. She had spent a whole day piecing together a model Star Destroyer. He’d never expected her to get it together, she had only been five at the time. But Leia’s determination always won out. If she was determined to do something, she did it.

“Hey Daddy,” Leia said. “Will we be visiting Kona this year?” Leia asked in reference to their summer trip to off planet. They stayed on a beautiful island called Kona with these lush green trees and gorgeous flowers of every hue. But their were political conflicts this year and they would not be going.

“Sorry honey,” he said. “No Kona.”

“It’s to bad. Mommy always seems happier on Kona.”

“She is?” Bail asked, a little astonished Leia had noticed such a thing. But little escaped her.

“When she’s home, it always seems like she’ walking around a ghost.” Leia said with unusual wisdom. Then she smiled, turned back into a little child and ran around his office flying her model freighter.

A small buzz alerted him Mon Mothma was on the line. He answered the call, a nosey Leia came to his side to see the little 3-D holographic image..

“Is that the little princess,” A tiny image of the senator asked.

“Yes, this is my Leia,” Bail said embracing the child.

“Hi,” Leia said.

“Force, she looks like her mother.” Mon Mothma said quietly.

“No I don’t,” Leia replied with a smile. “I look like my daddy, everybody says so.” If you saw them on the street as a family, she did look more like her adoptive father than her adoptive mother, but Bail and Mon Mothma knew that the mother they spoke of wasn’t his wife.

“Your gift should arrive tomorrow evening?” the woman senator said with what seemed to Leia to be a sly smile. “There was a little problem in getting it shipped. Nothing to serious.”

“Did you use our private courier?” Bail asked.

“Of course, with a package of such importance.”

Leia stared curiously at her father. Something rare must be arriving indeed. She had never seen him smile so widely.

“Leia,” her mother called from the hallway outside her father’s office. “Leia we need you.”

“For what?” Leia whined walking slowly to the door.

“We need to check your measurements for the dress maker.”

“Daddy do I have too,” Leia asked turning toward her father.

“You better,” Bail told her. He smiled and kissed her softly on the forehead.

Leia sighed and walked past her mother. Lady Organa was becoming increasingly frustrated with this behavior. The gap between she and Leia remained unhealed. Whenever she was instructed to do something by her mother, she’d turn to her father for confirmation that it had to be done. Her mother’s authority was almost always ignored unless she got ticked off enough to turn into a screaming monster and that was rare. However few there were, the instances where they were driven to those extremes seemed to make it more and more difficult to set things right.

Bail had no time to consider these things. His “private courier” was bringing him the most precious gift he could have received and the most frightening one, Leia’s birth mom, Padmè  Naberri Amidala.



Bail couldn’t sleep that night anyway, so it wasn’t too aggravating to deal with his wife shouting at him again about Leia. Perhaps he lacked the ability to sympathize, because to him Leia was an angel. She wasn’t perfect, but she was hardly the problem to him she seemed to be to her mother. It was so weird even thinking of his wife as her mother, knowing in fact her birth mother was arriving tomorrow, something he hadn’t told his wife yet. They had harbored fugitives (fugitives that were unjustly being pursued by the Empire) in the palace under assumed positions before, sometimes his wife knew, sometimes she didn’t, but Padmè  was a completely different issue. Like him, his wife thought she would never see the woman again. He didn’t feel inclined to mention it now, it would only complicate things.
Did he love his wife? At some point he had come to love her as much as anyone could love someone he had been expected to marry since he was sixteen. But as a young man he had fallen in love with Jedi apprentice named Anika, who was from Naboo. When he met her she was 23, older than himself. His affair with her had peaked his interest in the planet of Naboo. While he was very much engaged to his present wife, he was having a relationship with Anika. When Anika reached the rank of “Jedi knight” she made a trip home. It was then he decided to pay a visit to his mistress’ home planet. It was then he met Queen Amidala. He’d known about her before, was actually was very impressed by her. He admired the wisdom she presented despite her youth, but he never expected the bond he grew to have with her. She became this little baby sister he sought to protect. When she first found out about his affair with Anika, she greatly disapproved. It was only later, after she fell in love with Skywalker, after she had become a Senator and been a pivotal figure in the Clone Wars that she understood his love for Anika. Padmè  admitted part of her disapproval was jealousy. She had a huge crush on Bail as a girl. Anika eventually broke it off with him and Padmè  was there for him. Just as he was there for her when Skywalker broke her heart. They became close friend, allies, the shoulder to cry on when the world fell apart. But after Skywalker, Padmè  had been emptied all her passion and knowledge, in the end she had seemed but a shell of herself. He hoped time, even if it was time so alone and distanced from everything and everyone she knew, had healed her wounds, but—

“Bail are you listening!” his wife yelled.

“Yes,” Bail lied. “It’s the same thing I’ve heard a thousand times. Just give her time. Leia will come around.”

“You’ve been saying that for six years. I’m suppose to be her mother Bail?”

“You are her mother,” Bail replied.

“Am I?”

Bail couldn’t answer that question, only Leia and his wife could. So he did all he could do, he wrapped his arms around his wife and held her close.


“I have to go to the Socola spaceport,” Bail announced at breakfast the next morning. I’ll probably be back by the evening.

“Is that where your special package is coming?” Leia asked.

“Special package?” his wife inquired. Bail said nothing and continued to eat.

“Yeah, Mon Mothma is sending him something by special courier.” Leia announced.

Bail regretted letting the child be present during the conversation. Though to untrained ears they could for all intents and purposes be talking about an actual package, Lady Organa knew better.

“Enjoy your day in the city,” his wife replied, but she was so insincere even Leia caught on to it. “But it would be nice if you told me these things beforehand.”

“Some things are better spontaneously.”

“Can I go with you daddy,” Leia blurted out.

Her mother and father protested simultaneously. She looked from one to the other and then settled her eyes on her father.

“But Daddy, I want to go with you.”

Leia pouted in response to the reluctant look on her father’s face. Her mother rolled her eyes, but Leia never noticed.

“Sure,” her father agreed. “What harm could it do?”

“What harm!!” her mother yelled. “Have you really considered what harm your ‘package’ could do to your daughter?”

Leia looked perplexed by her mother’s anger. Bail knew his wife had already figured out he was going to pick up a rebel of some sort.

“Leia will not be harmed. Especially from this package.”

“I don’t want my daughter involved in your private shipping.” her mother protested.

“It’s just one trip. What could be more natural?” Bail asked. “And the more natural things look, the better.”

Lady Organa huffed and left the room.



Leia still didn’t comprehend her mother’s anger over her father picking up an important package. Maybe, she reasoned, her mother was jealous because another woman was sending her father such a special gift. Nevertheless, she was happy to feel her hand securely nestled in her father’s arms as they entered the busy spaceport. Leia and her father were dressed as civilians with one plain closed palace guard in attendance. There was a docking bay adjacent to the palace, but only exceptional craft went there. Secola was the central spaceport, it was also the busiest. Most of the large off planet shipments went there and nearly all visitors docked there. The city was as complex as any, everything from low-class bars to high-priced theaters. Leia loved the life there, throbbing and busy.

She barely heard Bail confer with Captain Leshon, who she knew was an old friend of his. He wasn’t born on Alderaan, but he was raised there in the beginning of his life. Until his parents had moved off planet, Bail and the Captain had been good friends. They’d found each other again years later when the Captain had moved the central home of his shipping business to Courscant. Leshon had given her the usual “your getting so big” comment to Leia and then taken them to his ship. They went into the cargo hold, which smelled terrible. And there it sat, hidden under a black cloak. It stood and removed it’s covering.

She was beautiful. The most beautiful woman Leia had ever seen. Her deep wise brown eyes and chestnut hair all seemed so familiar. Her eyes met the little girls and seemed to glow. Leia had this instinct to run and hug her like some long lost friend, but she instead clutched her father’s arm.

Bail himself was smiling ear to ear. He couldn’t believe he was seeing her again. She ran to him in a way so reminiscent of Leia, he immediately opened the arm Leia wasn’t clutching to the woman. She laid her head on his shoulder and cried, cried like she had been holding in tears for years. Maybe she had. Leia loosened her grip on his arm and he wrapped that one around his old friend also.

“I missed you so much,” she said holding onto him.

“Me too,” Bail said happily.

Leia stared curiously at them and then looked at the captain.

“Who is she?” Leia asked him.

Bail turned to his daughter with his arm around his old friend and said, “This is my friend, Morgana.”

“Hello,” the little girl said.

Morgana smiled, but couldn’t seem to speak.


Leia kept staring at the woman as they traveled home, but she didn’t say anything — Morgana didn’t seem to want to talk. Still, Leia couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. She kept glancing at the woman out of the corner of her eye. There was something about this woman, something buried deep inside that Leia had yet to understand. She felt this pain when she looked at her and she wanted to hug her, yet she couldn’t make her arms work. Plus, it made no sense to hug a stranger. Who was this woman? How did she know her father so well?

It was nearing time for their mid-day meal when they arrived home. Her mother came to greet them and stopped in her tracks, her face turned dead white when she saw the woman and she eyed Bail viciously.

“What?” she said with barely controlled rage. “Is she doing her?”

Bail stared to say something, but their new companion stepped forward.

“I don‘t plan to stay for very long,” Morgana said humbly. “It is not my wish to disrupt the life of anyone here.”

Leia watched the two women. Some message went completely over her head and she knew it. So her father knew Morgana and her mother knew Morgana, but she did not. No one had ever spoken about a Morgana, there was no long lost family member named Morgana (she knew her family tree like the back of her hand). However, if her parents wanted to hide something bad enough, she supposed they could.



Padmè  was glad to feel clean again after that long trip in the cargo hold. Her long sleeping gown made of soft white fabric flowed over her as she stepped to the window. It had been so long since she experience beautiful weather like this and felt such soft fabrics against her skin. There had been a time she took such beauty for granted. Alderaan was like a second home, Bail — her loving big brother, but she couldn’t afford the luxury of feeling comfortable here or safe. No one should recognize her, she wasn’t that girl anymore, Padmè  Naberri was as far away from her as Naboo. Today, on this planet, she was Morgana, not the former wife of Skywalker, not Leia’s mother, and she better get use to it. She was shocked Bail had brought Leia with him and she had tried no to connect her gaze with the child, tried her best not to want to gather her in her arms and hold her there, but she had looked. The moment she saw the little girl standing beside Bail, she crumbled, she cried because Leia‘s eyes told the tale of her life and all the things that had gone wrong.

She heard giggling and looked down in the courtyard to see Leia and some other children playing. She barely was aware of the door opening behind her.

“Comfortable?” Bail asked.

“Yes,” Padmè  replied, never turning away from the vision of the children below. “And it’s disturbing. I can’t afford to be comfortable anymore.”

“Let yourself relax for a night,” Bail said walking up to her and brushing a lose strand of hair from her face. She turned toward him. It was always troubling to see her eyes now, Bail thought, they were no longer filled with any sign of joy. It didn’t please her to see her daughter, it pained her. But the pain was one born of love.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m ready to die Bail.”

“Don‘t say that,” Bail replied.

“She’s so beautiful,” Padmè  said looking at the little girl a smile creeping on her lips.

“She’s a wonderful child. You’ve never given me a gift more precious then her.”

“Well, she has a great father,” Padmè  said, the words gagging her.

Bail wasn’t sure if she was talking about her husband or himself and he was afraid to ask.

“You know how many times I’ve rewound the events of my life, how many times I’ve asked myself where I screwed up? Some days I think, the Empire exist because I was to stupid to read the signs. Because I thought, at fourteen, I actually had the wisdom to rule a planet and I allowed myself to be manipulated by —. I gave Palpatine that step right into the Supreme Chancellors chair, I trusted him with my husband, I couldn’t see the signs of corruption in either of them.” By this time, Padmè  had begun to cry. Bail took her in his arms like a father would a child. “It’s my fault,” she cried. “It’s my fault.”

“Padmè , no it’s not. I can’t believe you blame yourself,” the prince said patting her affectionately. “We were all just pawns in Palpatine’s game. He would have found a way to get what he wanted, no matter what you did.”

“I still love him Bail, why do I still love him?” The tears broke free with those words.

Padmè  didn’t want to cry anymore, but she had to, so she let go. It was easy to let go with him.
Lady Organa heard other woman’s sobs as she passed her room. She saw Bail holding her like some long lost treasure. Padmè  was a lonely woman with a deep tie to their child and a deeper tie to Bail himself. Though Padmè  was no longer in the buds of youth, she was still much younger than Lady Organa and that scared her. A younger woman, Leia’s true mother, Bail’s long time friends, it all added up to her family being swept out from underneath her. She still remembered the reports on the holo channels, just before Padmè   married Skywalker, of a marriage between the two senators. Some of the reports claimed the two were passionately in love and Bail was reluctant because of her age. Others said that a marriage was arranged for political reasons and both situations meant her relationship with Bail was over. His fiancee, waiting at home, who barely saw him. Bail claims these stories were all made up because he happened to spend a lot of free time with a colleague. She believed him because she needed to. Bail was all she had.

Lady Organa was to angry to disturb them at this moment. She was afraid she’d throw something at someone or break something. And she would not conduct herself in that manner. She was from a high born family, such behavior was below her. But she had to do something.



Leia found the strange “Morgana” woman outside in the garden that night. There had been tension all throughout dinner. But it didn’t stop Leia from wanting to know more about the woman. Most of the people her father knew were interesting in there own way. But there was more than curiosity drawing her to this woman. And she couldn’t figure out what it was. It was like she knew the woman and didn’t know her all at once.

As Leia looked at Morgana, sitting in the garden, bathed in moonlight. Leia was reminded of the legends she heard of Angels and the Moons of Iego. Her father told beautiful stories and that was one she liked, almost as much as the one about the Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi. However, where truth and fiction met in those legends, she couldn’t know. Standing there she could have mistaken Morgana for a angel. But she was a very sad angel. Looking at her, Leia felt all twisted and confused inside.

“Hello,” Leia said softly as she approached the woman.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep little one?”

“I should,” the child said sitting beside Morgana.

“Then why aren’t you?”

Leia shrugged. “I saw you out here and I wanted to ask you something.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why?” the little girl asked.

“Because, who I am and where I’m from doesn’t matter anymore. And I know those are your questions.”

“Why?” the little girl asked.

“Why what?”

“Why doesn’t it matter anymore?”

“Well, Leia,” Morgana said. “Sometimes terrible things happen and it’s easier to forget them than talk about them.”

“Daddy says you should talk about it when something happens that bothers you,” the little girl said. “And if your afraid to tell anyone, you should go by yourself and scream as loud as you can. But you have to get it out and you have to accept it, because you can‘t change it.”

“You love your father don’t you?” Morgana said with a smile.

Leia seemed to feel a weight lift off of Morgana’s heart and she smiled back. “My daddy is the smartest man in the galaxy.”

“I’m glad your happy with him Leia,” Morgana said with a tear falling down her face as she dared to reach out and touch the child.

“Don’t cry please,” Leia said.

“I’m crying because I’m happy little one,” Morgana said.

“Leia,” one of the nurse’s called stepping into the garden. “Leia,” the nurse said as she spotted her. “Get your little self in bed.” She turned to Morgana. “I’m sorry if she bothered you miss,” the nurse said to Morgana.

“No, it’s fine,” Morgana said wiping away the tears. “’Night little princess.”

“See you in the morning,” Leia said walking away.
When Leia finally left her, Padmè  was feeling her internal conflict all over again. It was good to know Leia was happy, but it was hard to talk to her and not hear the word Mommy or be able to hug her like she wanted. Her little girl and his little girl. She had something of Anakin in the eyes, she had his sight, his gift, his curse. No matter how much they said she resembled her, when Leia looked at her, she saw Anakin. And even though she was glad her child was happy, she couldn’t help thinking it should have been the two of them. Anakin and herself, raising the twins together, not the twins being raised apart and with different families in the hopes they’d never discover their force sensitivity and draw there father to them.

“What do you think your doing Senator,” Lady Organa said to Padmè .

“What do you mean?”

“That’s my child,” Bail’s wife said.

“I know,” Padmè  told her. “I’m not going to take her away.”

“Good, because you have nothing to offer her.”

“Don‘t you think I know that?” Padmè  asked her.

“Do you? Why are you here? You were never suppose to come back?”

“I don’t know. Bail and Mon Mothma suggested it and I didn’t fight them to much.” Padmè  sighed. “I don’t know, maybe I did want to see her, but she‘s not mine anymore. I know that.”

“And my husband?” Lady Organa asked.

“What about him? He’s one of my oldest friends.”

“He’s my husband,” Lady Organa stated.

“I’ve been in love once, that’s caused me enough pain. I don‘t want Bail that way.”

“So you say, but we‘ll see what you do.”

Lady Organa turned and swiftly, but graciously, left Padmè  alone. And Padmè  perched herself under the stars and looked up at them.

“Why?” Padmè  asked the heavens.



The next day, Leia stood in the hallway outside her father’s office, eves dropping on Morgana and her father. She could not stop this need to know who this woman was, she had to find out more about her. She didn’t know why. Morgana was asking her father to arrange for her to leave Alderaan. But Leia wasn’t ready for Morgana to leave and it seemed her father wasn’t either.

“It’s too soon,” Bail said to Morgana.

“No, It’s to late. I should have never come at all. I wanted to see her, but—”

“But?” Bail questioned.

“I can’t look at her everyday and deal with —.”

“Leia,” a shrill voice said from outside Bail’s office, causing Leia, Bail, and Morgana to all turn at once. Leia looked straight into the furry filled eyes of her mother.

“Hi mother,” Leia said nervously.

Bail got up from his desk and came into the hallway.

“It seems you had a little spy,” Lady Organa said to her husband.

“How long have you been standing there Leia?” Bail asked.

“Not too long,” the child said.

“What did you hear?” her mother asked.

“Nothing, just that Morgana wants to leave,” Leia answered.

“Go to your room Leia, I‘ll be in in a minute,” Lady Organa told her.

“But I didn’t do anything wrong Daddy,” Leia told her father deferring to him once again.

“Do as your mother says.”

Leia groaned and walked down the hall.

“You wanted to know what harm it could do Bail?” Lady Organa asked him. “I hope now that you’re seeing it with your own eyes.”
Leia was pacing in her room when her mother arrived. Lady Organa looked at the little girl, looked at her big brown eyes, and saw Padmè . How long would it take for Leia to figure it out? Lady Organa didn’t think she had figured it out yet, but she could be wrong. And if she found out who Padmè  was, she was one step away from discovering the truth about her father.

“I’m sorry mommy,” the six year old said.

“Leia, I don’t want you talking to Morgana.”

“Why?” the child asked.

“Because, it puts you in danger.”

“In danger of what?”

“Leia, some things are better left unspoken,” her mother told her. “I love you Leia, so please believe me when I say I think it’s best you leave Morgana alone until she leaves.”

“Okay, I believe you and I love you too,” Leia said and opened her arms for a hug.

This was a rare thing. Leia hardly ever asked for a hug from her mother, so Lady Organa willingly embraced her. But what she didn’t know was Leia couldn’t shut off this voice in the back of her head that wanted to know more about Morgana, that she HAD to know more about Morgana. She wanted to promise her mother she would listen, but she couldn’t make that promise. So instead she gave her a hug, hoping that would calm her down. And it did, for the moment.



Leia found her father in the gardens this time. She wanted to ask him who the “her” Morgana wanted to see. Maybe Morgana was some long lost friend of her mother and they had a fight or something. It was her best guess.

Her father was sitting there, reading some notes off a data pad. He saw her standing a few feet away and smiled at her. She loved her father’s smile, comforting, warm. She walked up to him. He put down his data pad and she climbed in his lap.

“I’m sorry for spying daddy,” she said laying a head on his shoulder.

“Your forgiven little one,” Bail said.

‘Little One?’ Leia’s mind eccoed, that’s what Morgana had called her. She hadn’t even thought about it at the time. Ah well, it wasn’t too uncommon to call a child that she supposed.

“Can I ask you a question?” Leia said.

“Anything,” Bail replied.

“Why is Morgana so sad all the time? Even when she’s a little bit happy, she’s still sad.”

“Morgana had a very bad thing happen to her. She lost everything that was important to her. And everyone she loved.”

“She didn’t lose you,” Leia said. “I mean, she’s your friend right?”

“Yeah, she use to be a Senator actually, a colleague as well as a friend.”

“Then why can’t she just be happy she’s with you?” Leia asked.

“You’ll understand when your older.”

“But I want to understand now,” she said playing with her father’s collar.

“I know you do sweetheart,” Bail said kissing her on the forehead. “But the time’s not right.”


Padmè  watched them from her view of the garden in her room, thinking Leia couldn’t have a better father. And it was that thought that tore at her heart. This is what Bail didn’t understand, as much as she wanted her children happy, it was difficult to know they were just fine without Anakin, but she wasn’t. Some days Anakin was all she could think about. She knew she had given not one, but two childless families, precious children that they would love with all their hearts. However, she couldn’t look at her daughter and not see Anakin. And she couldn’t look at Bail and Leia so happy together and not think ‘it should have been Anakin’, her husband, her love, her soul mate.




Bail approached Padmè  cautiously. She was sitting in the library viewing an old holo recording of her wedding. She looked at her smiles and Anakin’s smiles. Bail couldn’t say he knew what she was going through, because he didn’t. Even though his heart had been broken, and by a Jedi no less, it had some how been simpler, a clean break from a love he’d outgrown. Anika was dead now, like most of the Jedi, because of Vader. And he mourned her, but not like he would have Leia or his present wife or even Padmè . But even if he had known a love as intense as the one Padmè  loss he didn’t know how she would fee.. She was going through something all together worse, she was looking at a man she still loved and couldn’t have. She couldn’t morn, because he wasn’t completely dead — She couldn’t move on, because she still loved him — and she couldn’t be with him, because it was to dangerous.

“Hello Bail,” Padmè  said without ever turning his way.

“How did you know I was here?”

She shrugged. “Why do you have this?”

“I have a lot of things filed in here. I never thought of throwing it out, because I forgot about it.” Bail turned the image off and sat down in front of Padmè . He placed a hand on hers. “And you should forget about it too. Anakin Skywalker died a long time ago.”

“No, he didn’t,” Padmè  said looking away. “That’s the problem. Make arrangements for me to leave Bail or I‘ll do it myself.”

“Padmè ,” he reached up to touch her cheek.

“Don’t,” Padmè  said pushing his hand away. “Please.” She began to cry again. “Seems like I’m always crying these days.”

“You have to move on, you deserved to be loved Padmè , he broke your trust, it’s okay to be angry at him,” Bail told her. “Yell, scream if you need to. But if you hold it inside, it will kill you.”

She laughed through her tears. “Leia said you would say that. She’s so happy with you. I wish –” She stopped herself.

“You wish what? That it was Anakin she admired instead of me.”

Padmè  couldn’t answer.

“Padmè , you’ve been through something horrible, but you can’t let it kill you inside.”

“Why not?”

“Because you still have people who love you.”

“Like who?”

“Me for one and . . . Leia. She can’t express it, because she doesn’t understand it. But she knows, deep down inside, that you carried her and you loved her and you love her now.”

“Bail you’re so sweet,” Padmè  said holding his hand in her own. “It’s no wonder Leia loves you. You always know the right thing to say.”

Padmè  fell into Bail’s arms. It was so warm there, perhaps the only secure place left for her. Bail kissed her on the forehead, the way he had done Leia earlier that day. She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back and leaned down toward her and gave her a soft kiss on the lips, he hardly thought about what he was doing. It had been a kiss to create comfort, but when he realized what he had done he pulled away and looked at Padmè . It had been so long, Padmè  wanted to give into the sensation and leaned forward to kiss Bail again. Her lips softly met his own and Bail had no will or desire to resist as their lips played softly against each other.

Bail didn’t know his wife had followed him, that she was doing the exact thing she yelled at Leia for, spying. She hoped to discover that Bail was going to let Padmè  go away, as he should. And she was on the edge of tears when she saw her husband kissing Padmè . If only she could say she hadn’t seen it coming, if only she could say she hadn’t expected it, but she had, so many times. Bail looked at Padmè  in a way he didn’t look at her or any other woman. She was to hurt to speak at that moment, so she ran to her room, screamed in rage, and tore apart a pillow.

Leia was the only witness to her mother’s rage. She heard the screams and ran to the room her mother was in. She saw the pieces of the pillow floating all over the room and ran to Lady Organa’s side. Her mother looked at her, tears still rolling down her face.

“Something wrong mommy?” Leia asked

“Morgana,” Lady Organa answered flatly. “Morgana’s what’s wrong, she’s what’s always been wrong.”

“Don’t cry mother,” Leia said with tears in her eyes. She saw her mother angry a lot, but she rarely looked so heart sick.

“I don’t want to upset you,” Lady Organa said reaching for her. “Please don’t cry, Your mother will be okay.” Lady Organa held her daughter close to her and tried to hold in her own tears.



Bail and Padmè  had truly gotten lost in the kiss, but there senses eventually returned and they pulled away from each other.

“I’m sorry,” Padmè  said. “I was — I don‘t want to.”

“Me neither.” Bail replied. “I should have given you what you wanted. If you want to leave–”

“I don’t know what I want,” Padmè  told him walking away from him. “But your wife wants me gone and I don’t blame her. Look what just happened.”

“What happened is you,” he hesitated before speaking again. “You let go. Listen the kiss was wrong, but it did something good for you,” Bail told her. “Unless you were kissing him?”

“No, I was kissing the man in front of me,” Padmè  told him.

“Then that means you can go on.” Bail smiled at her.

“Maybe,” Padmè  said. “But I’m still sorry I kissed you. I don‘t want to give your wife a reason to distrust me. She‘s Leia‘s mother.”

“She doesn’t have to know,” Bail said to her. “It’s our secret.”

“Just what we need,” Padmè  said picking up the chip with the recording of the wedding. “Another secret.” Padmè  crushed the chip. “I don’t want Leia to stumble upon this one day.”


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