Her gaze narrows slightly, though it lacks heart. "I am not telling Mon Mothma –any version of her – to get spaced."
Fingers curling around his ear, Leia makes a futile attempt to lush some of his unruly locks back behind it. He was starting to need a haircut as much as her split ends did.
"You don't know how many marriage propsals I turned down. I said 'no' to so many young kings and eager princes. Even the ones who could've provided the Alliances with much needed resources."
A sigh escapes her, gaze flickering down and away from his for a moment. "I think they kept asking, because they knew what Mon did: One day, I was going to have to say yes to one if them."
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Fingers curling around his ear, Leia makes a futile attempt to lush some of his unruly locks back behind it. He was starting to need a haircut as much as her split ends did.
"You don't know how many marriage propsals I turned down. I said 'no' to so many young kings and eager princes. Even the ones who could've provided the Alliances with much needed resources."
A sigh escapes her, gaze flickering down and away from his for a moment. "I think they kept asking, because they knew what Mon did: One day, I was going to have to say yes to one if them."