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“Good. Now follow through with your swing and-”
“Ooh.” Leia grimaces, holding her lightsaber down low as she glances at the now smoking droid head lying in the grass by her feet. “Uh, sorry?”
“And that’s why we’re using droids.” Obi-Wan says, disabling his own weapon before reaching for the decapitated droid head.
“This is hopeless!” Leia huffs, also disabling her weapon so she can cross her arms without consequence. “We’ve been at this for hours now and I’m not any better than when we started!”
“Lightsaber training isn’t something you can learn in a day, Leia. It takes practice and patience.”
“Booooring.” She whines. “You always say that to me but I don’t think it’s true anymore. I mean, look at Luke! He’s a natural!”
He sighs, watching her gesture across the yard where Anakin and Luke are training. However, it’s more of Anakin standing aside to watch while Luke gracefully works his way through a cluster of battle droids, each of his swings precise and direct.
“It’s different for everyone, Leia.”
“No, it’s just different for me.”
“That’s not true. It’s taken Luke a long time to get where he is now. And even so, he still makes mistakes.”
“But he’s progressing faster than I am!”
“Well, to be fair, he did start his training earlier than you.” Obi-Wan says, earning a glare from Leia.
“That’s because you and dad played favorites with him!”
“I did no such thing.” Obi-Wan scoffs. “I tried to encourage you to start your training at the same time as Luke. You were more interested in politics, much like your mother, so we postponed it.”
“That’s back when I thought politics were exciting.” She huffs. “Before I found out that it’s just a bunch of fancily dressed old people arguing about the topic of the day.”
“It’s much more than that.”
“Nothing that excites me. How mom does it as a job is something I’ll never understand.”
“Well, she’s quite good at it for starters.” Obi-Wan chuckles. “She’s been part of the political scene for a very long time now.”
“Even more boring.”
“Alright.” Obi-Wan sighs. “Would you like to continue training then?”
She frowns, glancing at Luke again and frowning deeper at the way he and Anakin are laughing and chatting happily amongst all the ruined droids.
“No.” She says. “I need a break.”
Obi-Wan loses the chance to reply when she walks away. Not that he really has anything to say as he watches her retreat back to the house, catching Luke doing the same from the corner of his vision. Then he sees Anakin jogging across the lawn toward him, his longer hair flying wildly behind his shoulders. It didn’t take much for Obi-Wan to join Padme on the stance of him needing to cut it before it got to a ridiculous length which wasn’t too far away.
“Hey.” He says. “How’d it go with Leia?”
“She has your patience.”
“Ooh.” He pulls a face. “That bad?”
“It wasn’t bad, she’s just very determined to succeed with little room for error. It makes for some interesting sessions.”
“Well, have you talked to her about it?”
“Repeatedly.” He sighs, passing the droids head to Anakin. “You have your work cut out for you with repairs.”
“Isn’t this the one I just fixed last week?”
“Is it?” Obi-Wan hums, a smile pulling at his lips while he walks away. “I wouldn’t know.”
“Why do I have to fix them anyway?” Anakin asks, jogging once more to catch up with him. “We basically have an endless supply now that the war’s over.”
“Anakin it’s been sixteen years since the war ended. Your ‘endless supply’ isn’t that endless anymore.”
“So I’ll go to one of the dismantling factories and stock up.” He says. “Why don’t I take Leia with me as well? That way we can talk.”
“Very well,” Obi-Wan says. “That’ll give me a chance to spend some time with Luke. If for no other reason, then to make sure what you’re teaching him is actually valuable for a padawan.”
“Excuse you, everything I teach is valuable to any padawan. Or anyone for that matter.”
“Right.” Obi-Wan sighs, managing to hold back an eye roll as they walk up the back porch steps. Anakin hits the button to engage the door that swiftly opens, only for both of them to pick up on the shouting voices of the twins while they argue. Obi-Wan places Luke in the kitchen and Leia in the living room upon entering.
“You’re just jealous that I destroyed more droids than you!” Luke shouts.
“The quantity doesn’t matter if the quality is bantha shit!”
“Language, Leia.” Padme scolds.
“My quality is great! You’re just jealous about that too!”
“I am not!” Leia huffs, falling backward onto the couch.
“Yes, you are!” You’re also jealous that I’m further ahead in my training than you are!”
“Ugh! You’re such an ignorant nerf-herder!” Leia shouts.
“Leia!” Padme yelps.
“Yeah? Well, you’re a stuck-up hothead!”
“Luke!”
“I hate you!”
“You wish you could hate me!”
“Anakin!” Padme cries exasperatedly.
“Alright.” He says, stepping forward. “Let’s all just calm down for a minute.”
“Don’t be jealous just because I’m better than you!” Luke shouts.
“Anakin, you might want to get this situation under control,” Obi-Wan says.
“That’s really helpful Obi-Wan, thank you.” He scoffs, turning back just in time to see the decorative pillow fly past them and into the kitchen, only for Luke to duck so it crashes straight into the pitcher of blue milk set out on the counter.
“Leia Skywalker!” Padme shouts.
“I was aiming for Luke!” She hisses, watching the liquid drip down the cabinets before making a face at Luke when he sticks out his tongue.
“Alright now that is enough!” Padme snaps, slapping her palm down onto the counter. “Luke, Leia, upstairs, now.”
“I didn’t do anything!” Luke says.
“It’s his fault!” Leia says.
“Now.” She repeats. “Both of you.”
It takes a minute and a very deadly glare from Padme before they both finally trudge toward the stairs, trading insults and shoves along the way until they’re out of sight. Padme sighs once they are, finding a rag to begin cleaning up the mess.
“Well, that was certainly something,” Obi-Wan says.
“Honestly Anakin,” Padme says when she stands to wring out the rag. “Sometimes I feel like I’m raising those two alone.”
“What- I was about to deal with it when she threw the pillow!”
“How about dealing with it before she throws the pillow.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t see that coming actually,” Obi-Wan says. “That was very much her speed.”
“Are you done helping?” Anakin asks. Obi-Wan throws up his hands in defense before Anakin turns back to Padme. “I need to make a supply run for more decommissioned battle droids. I was thinking of taking Leia with me.”
“Good.” Padme sighs, standing to rinse out the rag for the final time. “I think some separation will serve those two well. When are you leaving?”
“Right now I suppose.” Anakin shrugs. “The nearest factory is on Corellia, which is at least a few days' trip.”
“Best get going then.” Obi-Wan agrees, taking a seat at the counter. “The sooner you leave, the sooner you can return.”
“Right.”
“Do you have enough credits?” Obi-Wan asks, stopping Anakin on his path toward the stairs.
“Credits?”
“To buy the droids.” He explains. Anakin hesitates.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah. I have enough to… buy the droids.” He says, clearing his throat. “Yep.”
“This is assuming your definition of buy is the same as mine?” Obi-Wan says. Anakin grins sheepishly.
“Sure.” He says, glancing between the two. Padme looks just as defeated as Obi-Wan does before Anakin clears his throat again. “I’m gonna go get Leia.”
“I’m not going to bail them out this time when they inevitably get into trouble,” Obi-Wan says, turning back to the counter.
“That’s alright.” Padme chuckles, dusting some pastry crumbs off the counter into her open palm. “I suppose it’s my turn this time anyway.”
“Oh, we’re taking turns now?”
“With those three?” She scoffs. “Yes.”
“Lucky us.” Obi-Wan sighs while Padme chuckles.
“Well, why do I have to go and Luke doesn’t!” Leia protests, standing at the foot of the Twilights’ ramp, arms crossed and face turned into a scowl. Anakin was certain Obi-Wan would’ve pointed out the similarities between them had he seen it.
“Because you’re coming.” He replies.
“Why?”
“Because I said so, that’s why. Now come on.”
“This is favoritism and child cruelty!” She huffs, climbing the ramp with as much disdain as she can possibly muster. “It’s completely unfair that I have to go on a supply run while Luke gets to lounge around the house!”
Anakin doesn’t reply short of a smile. He shakes his head and hits the switch to close the ramp before taking a seat in the pilot's chair, navigating his way across the control panels. Leia finally sits beside him as the ship roars to life.
“You’ll be fine,” Anakin says when he catches her pouting from the corner of his vision. She huffs, pulling her arms tighter across her body. “And for the record, Luke is not lounging. I gave him a few different training sets to run through while we’re gone.”
“Oh great, so he can rub that in my face when we get back.”
“Did it occur to you that he’s simply returning sixteen years of behavior that he's had to endure from you?”
“What?”
“You’re very competitive, Leia.” He chuckles, easing up on the steering yoke as they lift off. “It’s not a bad thing, but it made for a very interesting childhood between you and Luke. There was a lot of competition and ‘who did what better’. You happened to take that seriously.”
“So what? Now Luke’s out for revenge?”
“No. He’s just demonstrating what it’s like to live with you.”
“This is just your favoritism talking.”
“I do not have favoritism regarding you two. I love you both equally.”
“Mmm.” She hums, leaning back further into the seat and staring out the viewport at the wide expanse of stars once they exit Naboo’s atmosphere. “Where are we going anyway?”
“Well, if you had actually been listening to me back at the house, you’d know we’re going to Corellia.”
“Andddd, what’s on Corellia?”
“The droid dismantling factory,” Anakin says. “We’re going to pick up a few more crates.”
“And by pickup you mean steal?”
“Obi-Wan prefers the term ‘buy’.” He corrects with a smile. Leia allows herself to smile too, even if it is for a brief time before glancing back toward the viewport when Anakin launches them into hyperspace.
“So steal.” She asks. He shrugs.
“B-1 battle droids are completely useless, they always have been. So yes, if I can avoid spending credits on them, I will. We’ll just have to see how things play out.”
“Obi-Wan’s told me that these kinds of reckless plans are what landed you both in dangerous situations all the time during the Clone War.”
“Hmm.” He chuckles. “And I’ll bet that he also left out the descriptions of my daring heroics to get us out of those dangerous situations.”
“No, he’s mentioned them.”
“Oh good.”
“Only to tell me not to use them as examples.” She smirks. Anakin sighs heavily, leaning back into his own chair the same way she had.
“Of course he did.”
“You don’t talk about it much.” She says after a few minutes of silence.
“Hmm?”
“The Clone War.”
“There’s not much to talk about.” He shrugs. “Besides, you’ve heard all the stories.”
“Not all of them, I’m betting.”
“Only the important ones.” He smirks. She smiles, but it doesn’t last. The nagging feeling that he isn't telling her everything though does. She gets that from him every time she broaches the subject. He’d talk about it, sure, but there’s always one story, one connecting piece that he never allows to see the light of day. Something that he knew about. Something he won’t tell her.
“What was it like?” She prods, hoping for a better answer than the one she’s gotten before.
“What?”
“The end of the war. You’ve only talked about it a few times like there’s not much to tell.”
“There isn’t much to tell. We won, the bad guys lost. Done and done.”
“That’s the simple version.”
“There is no simple version.” He scoffs, kicking his feet up onto the control panel and amazingly not hitting anything. “No matter which way you spin it.”
“That, right there,” Leia says, leaning forward in her seat. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”
“No there isn’t.”
“Yes, there is! I can see it written all over your face, you’re hiding something about what happened! You’re not telling me the full story.”
“There’s nothing to tell Leia, now will you drop it please?”
“I bet you told Luke.” She says smugly, leaning back against the seat with her arms crossed. Anakin shoots her a pointed look.
“Luke knows everything you know about the war.”
“Right, but it’s not everything.”
“Leia-”
“What aren’t you telling us?”
“Nothing.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“There’s nothing to-”
“What are you hiding from-”
“Will you please let-”
“Just tell the truth for once-”
“Leia, I’m not going to ask you again-”
“Why won’t you just tell us!”
“It happened sixteen years ago, Leia, there’s no point in talking about it now!” He shouts, standing up in the process and slamming his flesh hand down onto the control panel. She flinches.
“Okay.” She frowns. “Sorry I asked.”
Anakin half expects her to run from the cockpit, but when she merely slinks back into her chair and spins away from him, he sighs. Somehow, her actively shutting him out is worse than her running away from him, even though he hates it when she does that too.
Anakin sits back down. He tries to speak multiple times over the course of nearly ten minutes but stops each time. Leia is still turned away from him and she doesn’t appear to want to make the first move, so it’s up to him.
“Leia.” He starts, then sighs, then runs his hand through his hair in frustration. “I’m sorry.”
She doesn’t move.
“Look, the reason I haven’t told you the full story is that… well, it’s not as glamorous as everyone made it out to be. A lot of bad stuff happened. People were hurt. Jedi were hurt.”
“You?” She asks, barely turning the chair.
“No. But, friends.” He frowns. “Palpatine wasn’t exactly eager to give up his position of power, so it had to be taken by force. That left a lot of collateral damage.”
“I know all that.” She sighs, finally spinning her chair toward him again. “What I don’t know is what happened in the Chancellor's office with you and Obi-Wan.”
“That’s what you want to know?”
“Yeah.” She nods. “I just… I don’t know. I want the full story.”
“That one isn’t glamorous either.” He sighs. “It’s… when Masters Windu, Fisto, Tiin, and Kolar confronted Palpatine, the war was drawing to a close. Grievous and Dooku were dead, the separatist army was rapidly falling apart without proper leadership, and we thought we were nearly in the clear. Palpatine didn’t share that same point of view. And given that he was the Sith Lord who orchestrated the entire war, we knew he wasn’t going to step down.”
A moment of silence as he closes his eyes, almost re-imagining what happened in his head while Leia draws one leg up, wrapping her arms around her knee as she listens.
“I wasn’t there for most of the fight. I should’ve been, but I wasn’t. But it wasn’t any better when I did finally show up.”
“What happened?”
“Palpatine… he had ways of… telling you what you wanted to hear. He made grand promises about important things, things he knew he could use against someone. And he did that with me.”
“You believed him?”
“Times were different. Things were complicated. And we were still fighting a war. The situation wasn’t so black and white when Master Windu finally cornered him.”
“What about Masters Tiin, Kolar, and Fisto?”
“You know about them already. They survived, but not without grave injuries.”
Leia nods. She remembers reading about those incident reports in the archives, and all the times she’s met the surviving Jedi Masters and seen their scars.
“Ultimately it came down to Master Windu and I against Palpatine. And you know as well as anyone that when you corner someone, they’ll do anything in their power to win.”
“Right. Like sharing secrets or whatever leverage they have against their opponent.”
“Mmhmm.” He nods. “That’s what Palpatine did to me.”
“And what happened?”
“What happened, or what I suspect would’ve happened had Obi-Wan not arrived when he did… is that I would’ve given in.”
“Given in?” Leia quirks a brow. “To the Darkside you mean?”
He shrugs.
“You’re not serious.”
“You wanted to know.”
“How is that even possible?” She scoffs, dropping her leg to sit on the edge of her seat. “What could Palpatine have possibly had to hold over you like that?”
“What he had, or what he knew doesn’t matter now.” Anakin shakes his head, attempting to clear the memories from his mind. Even after sixteen years, they were still unpleasant to think about. “What matters is that your Uncle Obi-Wan saved me, as he’d done many times during the war.”
“And after that?”
“You know it already. Palpatine stood trial, we slowly regained control of separatist-owned systems while destroying any remnants of the separatist army. And things slowly started to heal, though it’s taken a great amount of time.”
“And that’s when Luke and I were born.”
“Thankfully, yes.” Anakin smiles. “That’s one thing I’m grateful for with you two, is that you weren’t born into a galaxy at war. Hopefully, you’ll never have to live in a galaxy at war either.”
“Things have been peaceful for sixteen years.” She chuckles. “I don’t think we’re going to war anytime soon.”
“Let’s hope not,” Anakin says, turning his chair to face the dash. “That’s the thing about this galaxy though. There’s always a threat.”
Leia nods but still pulls a smile, turning her chair forward and basking in the comfortable silence they’d created while watching the swirling blue vortex outside the viewport. She waits a minute before speaking again.
“Thank you for telling me, dad.” She says.
“You’re welcome.” He smiles briefly. “I suppose you’re old enough to know anyway.”
“Yeah.” She agrees, then smirks. Anakin catches it from the corner of his eye, along with a feeling he already knows what she’s going to say. “Besides, now I can hold the fact that I know something Luke doesn’t over his head when he starts bragging about his training again.”
“Or you could do the responsible thing and not antagonize your brother,” Anakin suggests. It’s met with a scoff of disapproval.
“Ew, you sound like mom.” She says. He snorts. “No way. Sorry dad, but respect is taking the co-pilot seat on this ride.”
“Alright.” He says, chuckling softly as he turns forward again. “Leia?” He says after a moment.
“Yeah?”
“You should ease up on Obi-Wan during your training sessions.” He says. “He’s just trying to help you.”
“Oh kark, what did he do, rat me out?”
“No.” Anakin denies, watching her expression change. “Yes. But it doesn’t matter because I’ve been watching you train and I’ve seen it myself. You’re determined which is great, but you’re impatient.”
“I’m not impatient-”
“You’re also arrogant.” He cuts her off. “You remind me a lot of myself when I was your age, actually.”
“Really?” She frowns, slumping back into her chair. “I always thought I was more like mom.”
“Politically, yes. You have her ability to control a room with your voice and make your presence known. With your Jedi training, however? You’re exactly like me.”
“Oh.”
“Which is simultaneously good and bad.” He says. “You’re passionate, fearless, and forthright. Those are good qualities to have as a Jedi, but they can betray you if you’re not careful. Your need for victory, Leia, it blinds you.”
“So what do you suggest?” She asks. “How am I supposed to be a great Jedi if I don’t train like one.”
“Being a Jedi isn’t just about brute strength or how powerful you are. You also have to be mindful and wise. You have to rely on all your strengths and even your weaknesses in order to be successful.” He says, never taking his eyes off the viewport. “I’ve seen your potential. You’re a great warrior, Leia, but your need to prove yourself is your undoing. You need to learn to overcome it.”
“That’s easier said than done.”
“Yes, it is. That’s why Obi-Wan’s trying to help you. That’s why you need to be more patient.”
“I know, I know.” She huffs, spinning her chair to the side again as she leans forward on her knees. Anakin finally looks her way. “It’s just so difficult. Especially with Luke advancing as easily as he is. I don’t understand it. We’re learning the same things, so why is he so much better at it than I am?”
“He’s not. How fast you progress with your training doesn’t determine what kind of Jedi you’ll be. Everyone learns differently. And it doesn’t mean that Luke is better than you. He has his faults too.”
“Not from my perspective.”
“Trust me, he does. Just the other day when I was training him on how to navigate through a wired battlefield, he disabled all the bombs except for one which he missed just to his left.”
“You trained with real explosives?” She scoffs.
“Smoke bombs.” He clarifies. “Neither one of you is ready for real explosives yet. Luke's mistake proves that.”
“Hmm.” She chuckles, leaning back against her seat.
“My point is that you’re both young and you’re both still learning. So take it easy on Luke. Just because it looks like he’s progressing further than you doesn’t mean he actually is. And take it easy on Obi-Wan. He’s been around Padawans all his life. He knows what he’s doing. Okay?”
“Okay.” She smiles. “Promise.”
“You need to work on your sneak attacks.” Obi-Wan hums, turning his head just barely to the right as Leia pauses in the grass. She’d even taken her shoes off and yet Obi-Wan was still able to sense her approach.
“How do you do that so easily?” She asks, jogging the rest of the distance down the yard to join him at the end of the docks. He’s got his own boots off and pants rolled up so they don’t get wet while he dangles his legs over the edge. Leia mimics his pose.
“I’ve had lots of practice, little Leia.”
“I’m too old to be called that now.”
“Never.” Obi-Wan teases with a gentle smile. Leia rolls her eyes but smiles too, leaning back on her hands to glance up at the sky littered with stars a moment later. They sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes until Obi-Wan breaks it.
“How was your trip to Corellia?”
“Meh.” She shrugs. “Boring and exciting all at once if that’s possible.”
“Anything’s possible with Anakin,” Obi-Wan says. “At least tell me he used the credits and bought the droids.”
“Well…” Leia sighs then trails off into a laughing fit. “Technically, yes.”
“And the technicality?”
“He tried to get around the police droids at first because he didn’t want to pay for, and I quote, “useless B-1 battle droids”.”
“I see.”
“So we did that. And we almost got away with it too before we got caught, and then we got held up for nearly an hour while he tried to explain his way out of trouble.”
“How did that go?”
“It didn’t.” Leia snorts. “He wound up paying for the droids, plus extra for all the sneaking around and attempted theft.”
“Of course he did.” Obi-Wan sighs, shaking his head while shifting his gaze to look out upon the glittering lake.
"He doesn't have your negotiating abilities."
"I never could teach him that," Obi-Wan says.
“On the bright side, I did get to mind trick one of the workers!” Leia adds. “Well, almost anyway. Dad helped out a little bit.”
“Well it’s good to know he’s teaching you how to carry on the Skywalker Legacy of getting into, and out of trouble.”
“One of the best legacies there is.” Leia smiles.
“Indeed.” Obi-Wan agrees.
They fall quiet again. There’s the faint sound of the water lapping against the wooden posts of the deck below them, and distant cries of crickets beyond the horizon. It’s peaceful. And far past Leia’s curfew, but Obi-Wan doesn’t seem to mind. She can tell he enjoys her company. She’s always been a night person anyway. She finds it to be the best time to clear her mind and reflect.
“Obi-Wan?”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry.” She sighs, hanging her head so she can see their reflections in the water below. “For how I’ve been acting during our training sessions, I mean. I know I’ve been impatient and arrogant and I shouldn’t be because you’re just trying to help me.”
“That sounds like Anakin talking.” He chuckles. “Did he tell you to apologize?”
“He told me to ease up on you.” She says sheepishly. “And… I have to admit he’s right.”
“Oh don’t let him hear you say that. You’ll never hear the end of it.” Obi-Wan teases. She smiles.
“I really am sorry, though.” She repeats. “I haven’t been a good student.”
“On the contrary,” Obi-Wan says. “You’ve been a far more patient student than your father was all those years ago.”
“Really?”
“Well, you have your moments. But taking it all into consideration? Yes, really.”
Another smile adorns her face, though she turns toward the lake to hide it slightly. It doesn’t work.
“You’re determined, Leia. And you have the potential to be a great Jedi someday.”
“You believe that?” She asks, turning toward him again. He nods.
“I do. I believe the same for Luke.” He smiles. “It feels good to know that the galaxy will be safe in your hands.”
“Oh, I don’t think I’m ready for that.” She scoffs, pulling her legs up onto the dock as she wraps her arms around her knees. “Protecting the galaxy… that’s a big responsibility.”
“It is.” Obi-Wan agrees. “Fortunately, the war is over, so all you need to focus on is your training. And should someone or something new pose a threat in the future, you’ll be ready.”
“Dad told me what happened when the war ended.” She blurts out suddenly, catching Obi-Wan by surprise if his expression is any indication. She sighs, then clears her throat before shifting.
“Did he?”
“He said that… well he told me that you’re the reason he didn’t fall. He said you saved him.”
“I wouldn’t say that.” Obi-Wan chuckles softly, casting his gaze down to the dock.
“I would.” Leia frowns. “Just like all the other times you saved him during the war. That’s what Masters do, right? Save their Padawans?”
“Well, that’s what we try to do, yes,” Obi-Wan says. “It doesn’t always work out that way.”
“It did that time.” She smiles, reaching for his hand which he lets her take before matching her gaze. “Thank you for saving my father, Master Kenobi.”
“You’re welcome, little Leia.” He smiles back, squeezing her hand. “You should go inside and get some rest. It’s late.”
“I’m not tired.” She argues. “Besides, I like sitting out here with you. It’s peaceful.”
“It is, isn’t it?” He hums. She nods, shivering lightly before pulling her legs closer to her chest. Obi-Wan, of course, notices, and without speaking, removes his robe before gently draping it over her shoulders.
“What about you?” She asks, tugging the robe around her body, and even despite her age, she still swims in it the same way she did as a child. Obi-Wan smiles.
“I’ll be alright.”
She nods again, shifting to tuck her hands into the pockets when her fingers graze something inside. Her face remains neutral while she pulls out a small white box.
“What’s this?” She asks, pushing the oversized sleeves up and out of her way.
“Oh, that’s for you,” Obi-Wan says. “It’s just a little gift I picked up on my last off-world excursion. Something to say thank you for being an excellent padawan.”
She raises a brow but makes no move to open it until he nods.
“Go on.”
And she does, carefully untying the scratchy string around the outside before she pulls off the lid.
“Oh.” She gasps, staring down at the small purple-hued necklace laying inside. “It’s beautiful. What is it?”
“It’s a Corusca gem,” Obi-Wan explains while she lifts it from the box to lay it flat in her palm. “They’re very rare, valuable stones, and can even be used as currency should it be needed. Though that’s not why I purchased it for you.”
“Why did you?”
“Purple is a color that signifies royalty, and as you know your mother was once a great Queen. That legacy, her legacy, lives in you, Leia. Be it Jedi or politician, you have the potential to be a great leader one day.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“You’re a Skywalker and an Amidala.” He smiles. “The exceptional daughter of two very exceptional people. It’s in your family. In your blood.”
She smiles, admiring the gem for another moment before sliding it over her head and adjusting it around her hair to settle it properly. Looking down, she notices how it seems to glow under the gaze of the starry night sky which makes her smile more.
“I love it, Obi-Wan. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, little Leia.”
“Are you ever going to stop calling me that?” She asks, letting the sleeves of his robe slide down her arms again. He chuckles softly before looking back up at the stars, his smile not fading.
“Never.”
That’s the only answer she needs.