#leia: princess of alderaan

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No Time for Sorrows

Every time I watch A New Hope I'm struck by Leia's resilience and strength. She loses everything in the blink of an eye, and watches it happen, and yet goes on to be the ultimate badass. I always wondered what was going on within her, how she pushed her pain aside to get the job done. So I decided to write the events of Star Wars: A New Hope from her perspective with the context of her overwhelming pain and loss.

Summary:  During the darkest moment of her life, Leia Organa had to push forward and bury her pain deep inside her. There was work to be done, a star destroyer to escape from, Death Star plans to deliver, and a battle station to destroy. She had always been taught to put her duty above her feelings, what needed to be done above her emotions. And now, as her whole life shattered around her, she relied on that training. Suddenly alone in the galaxy, she somehow found the hope and strength to continue on and make her parents proud.

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Leia Organa sat in her too-cold prisoner cell aboard the star destroyer that she had been dragged onto not more than two hours before. The cold steel around her was rivaled by the frozen blood in her veins and she couldn’t even feel how hard the bench was that she was now curled up on. She couldn’t feel her heart beating, and she wondered if it had stopped. She couldn’t hear anything but the ringing in her own ears. She couldn’t see anything but the too-bright white of the wall directly in front of her, the shadows beginning to become distorted from staring at one spot for so long. Too long. 

The tears wouldn’t come. They couldn’t. If she let herself cry, that meant she let herself acknowledge the horror that had just happened. If she let herself cry, that meant it was real. 

And it couldn’t be real. 

Even though she saw it with her own eyes. 

She felt nothing but numbness. The fear that coursed through her as she pleaded for Governor Tarkin to spare her planet had long faded, the terror of Darth Vader’s vice grip on her arm as he held her in place was a distant memory. Yet no matter how hard she tried, it played over and over in her mind. 

The vastness of space. The beauty of a thousand stars. Her planet, Alderaan, a beacon of hope and freedom and goodness in an increasingly dark galaxy, shining blue and green in the distance. A green beam of light. And then, suddenly, nothing but shattered rock. 

A thousand images flashed through her mind in that one second. The palace she grew up in. Appenza Peak capped with snow. The forest around her home. Her favorite ocean. Her nurses and handmaids. Her childhood. Kier Domadi. Her parents. 

Her parents. 

They were all gone now, scattered into space. 

She squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to think of something else, anything else, but that was impossible. What else was there to think about? Her entire life had blown up in front of her eyes, and in less than an hour she was going to be gone too. Her execution didn’t even scare her anymore, the thought of dying no longer made her want to run away as far as she could. She was no longer plotting her escape, thinking of some way to talk herself out of the situation. Clearly, the time for that was over. Clearly her time, like Alderaan's, had come. 

And strangely enough, that thought brought the smallest bit of comfort. At least she was going to see her parents again soon. 

She had just closed her eyes when someone burst into the room. 

It was a stormtrooper, but he didn’t say anything. He just stood there. Something deep within her told her that something was off, and through her shock and confusion words she didn’t remember thinking poured out of her mouth, 

“Aren’t you a little short to be a stormtrooper?” 

“Huh? Oh the uniform.” The intruder took off his helmet in a flash to reveal a young man, Leia guessed around her age, with kind eyes and blonde hair. “I’m Luke Skywalker, I’m here to rescue you.” 

Something about this boy, something about the name he just uttered, stirred something deep within her, something she had never felt before. Or, maybe she had felt it, but so long ago it was like a memory from a dream. Whatever this force was pulled her off of her side and she sat on the hard bench. For the briefest moment, her pain eased. 

“I’m here to rescue you, I’ve got your R2 unit. I’m here with Ben Kenobi.” 

That name pulled her onto her feet in an instant. Ben Kenobi who rescued her and returned her to her parents when she was only ten years old. Ben Kenobi who fought the scariest things she had ever seen, who protected her when she was her most vulnerable. Ben Kenobi who cared for her more than a stranger should. Ben Kenobi who knew her birth parents and told her about them. Ben Kenobi who she hadn’t seen in nine years. Ben Kenobi who was a Jedi. 

“BEN KENOBI?! Where is he?” 

“Come on, I’ll show you.” 

She followed Luke out of her cell and into the hallway of the cell bay where she ran into another man and a Wookiee. It was clear right away that the three were hopelessly without a plan, and so she did what she had always done, what she was raised to do–take the lead and do what needed to be done. And as she was running from stormtroopers and telling her rescuers how to survive, she almost forgot about the searing pain coursing through her that had consumed her soul a few minutes before. She pushed it aside, into a small box in a dark corner of her mind, because what else could she do? Now that she had a chance, she needed to escape. Now that Ben Kenobi was here, she had hope again. Somehow, he heard her message and was here to save the day, to make everything right, just like he had done all those years ago. And a small part of her found comfort in the fact that he knew her parents, too. The thought of talking to someone who knew Bail and Breha, who could remember them with her, compelled her to move forward. 

This drive took her into a garbage chute, out of it, running down hallways from stormtroopers, firing her blaster wildly behind her, flying across a chasm clinging onto the boy who broke her out of her cell, and finally into the flight bay where she saw the oldest and most run down ship she had seen in her life, but at least it meant escape. It meant one member of the last Alderaanian royal family was going to survive, it meant she could tell her planet’s story. 

And as she ran into the room she saw him, her hero, Obi-Wan Kenobi. 

Fighting Darth Vader. 

Blocked by stormtroopers, separated by a chasm, she watched as Obi-Wan, her Ben, looked over to them as they ran into the room. She watched as Luke walked towards the chasm, peering at the action curiously. And Leia couldn’t be sure, but she could swear she saw the smallest smile appear on Ben Kenobi’s face. She was just forming a plan on how to get him out of there, she had seen him fight more enemies at once and she knew he had faced Darth Vader before, so she was sure he would do it again. Maybe they could get the falcon over there, or they could take out the stormtroopers and Ben could jump over the chasm leaving Vader behind, or…

In an instant, Vader’s blade cut through the space where Obi-Wan had just been standing and he was gone. 

“NO!” Luke’s voice echoed across the large room and caused all the stormtroopers to turn and fire. She shot back at them, with her and Han yelling at Luke to run to them, to leave so that they could escape. 

“Luke! It’s too late!” She screamed above the blaster fire and wished with everything in her that he would run to them. Too late. Too late for Ben Kenobi. Too late for her parents. Too late for Alderaan. She barely heard Han tell Luke to blast the door, and he must have because it began to shut and the last thing Leia saw was the hulking figure of Darth Vader striding towards them as the door closed on him. Luke ran to the Falcon and Han and Chewbacca rushed to power up the ship as quickly as they could. Leia felt the ship take off and exhaled for the first time in a while. She didn’t even realize she had been holding her breath. 

She watched as Luke slowly, purposelessly, limped to the bench and dejarik table where he sat down with a thud and laid his head on the table. A thick silence and palpable sadness filled the air, and so Leia did what she was taught to do in times of crisis: she turned her attention to others. She did her best to find any solution she could. She did her best to help those around her. 

She found a worn, sand colored poncho on the ground and brought it over to Luke, gently laying it over his shoulders and sitting down next to him while placing a hand on his back. They sat in silence for a while, Luke doing nothing but shaking his head and tracing lazy circles on the table. Leia recognized his shock. 

“I just can’t believe he’s gone.” The pain in his voice was real, she knew it all too well. The words could have been coming out of her own mouth, and for a brief moment a flash of anger rose within her. She just lost her entire planet, her home, everything and everyone she had ever known and loved. Everyplace she walked as a child, every tree she climbed when life got too harsh. All gone. He still had a home he could run back to, a people and a place he was familiar with, a people and a place he could call his own. Didn’t he know she had lost so much more? Didn’t he know she could never go home again? Didn’t he know how much pain she was in? 

‘No’ She told herself. ‘How could he know?’

So she banished those thoughts of anger and comparison, it wasn’t fair to anyone. It wouldn’t help, it would only make her bitter. But most of all, it wouldn’t be what her parents would want of her. 

“There wasn’t anything you could’ve done.” She didn’t know if she was talking to Luke or herself. She hoped he couldn’t hear how the words were sticking in her throat, how the pain of another loss was weighing on her like the mountains of her home she would no longer see. He didn’t know, he couldn’t know, but losing Ben Kenobi stung her every bit as much as it did him. In an odd way, knowing he was alive, knowing he was near, was like a tether to her parents. She knew that he was one of the only beings she knew who could share at least a small part of her grief, who could remember her parents with her. And now even that was gone. 

Now she truly was alone. 

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“Come on buddy, we’re not out of this yet.” Han came sliding into the room and broke into their grief. In moments, they were up and running to their places, ready to take on whatever the Empire was about to throw at them. 

Neither of the boys could have the faintest idea of how much Leia Organa was breaking apart inside. Neither of them could know how every step took every bit of strength she had in her, how every word was the hardest thing she had ever had to say, how every breath was like fire in her lungs, burning her whole body. 

But there was work to be done, so she kept her mask on. 

She was a politician, after all. And a Princess. She was used to her feelings and personal life taking a back seat. 

Leia found herself in the cockpit with Han Solo after they had escaped the TIE fighters that had chased them. 

“Not a bad bit of rescuing, huh?” The smugness in his voice got on Leia’s nerves instantly. “You know, sometimes I even amaze myself.” Leia tried to treat everyone with kindness, except arrogant men who talked down to her. 

“That doesn’t sound too hard.” She didn’t try to mask her disdain. She sighed, reminding herself to act like a Princess. “They let us go, it's the only explanation for the ease of our escape.” 

“Easy? You call that easy?” Even Han’s voice made Leia want to punch him in the face. She thought about the countless chases she had been in since working with the rebellion, and the pilots that got her out of the many scrapes she found herself in. She thought about a friend of hers, a certain green Twi’lek rebel captain, who would certainly fly circles around Han, and not just because she had a better ship. 

“They’re tracking us.” 

“Not this ship, sister.” She decided to ignore his arrogance and disrespect. 

“At least the information in R2 is still intact.” If anything happened to that droid, or that information, everything would be lost. Everything she sacrificed would have been for nothing. 

“What’s so important? What’s he carrying?” 

“The technical readout for that battle station.” Her words were biting, not trying to mask her annoyance. “I only hope that when the data’s analyzed a weakness can be found.” She felt her tone shift, her voice drop. She thought about what would happen if they couldn’t find a weakness, what if they couldn’t stop that weapon, what if–No. There had to be something. “It’s not over yet.” In the back of her mind, she knew it never would be. 

“It is for me, sister. Look, I ain't in this for your revolution, and I’m not in it for you, Princess.” Hearing that title nearly knocked the wind out of her. How can you be a princess of a place that no longer exists? “I expect to be well paid. I’m in it for the money.” What a luxury it must be to pick and choose what you care about, she thought. How lucky he must be to not need to stop this evil. How jealous she was that this fight wasn’t real for him, wasn’t intensely personal. She wondered what that felt like. 

“You needn’t worry about your reward.” Her words were cold as Hoth, her pain turning into icy fury and shooting daggers directly into him. “If money is all that you love, then that’s what you’ll receive.” She shot out of her chair, her anger propelling her as she used all her willpower to stop hot tears from bursting out of her eyes. She still hadn’t let herself cry and she was not about to break down in front of this arrogant asshole. She was moving so blindly she ran right into Luke. “Your friend is quite a mercenary.” Her disgust was dripping with every word. “I wonder if he really cares about anything. Or anybody.” Before her anger could explode out of her, she stormed down the hallway in search of a private room. 

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Before long, the Falcon was circling around Yavin IV and Leia could breathe a sigh of relief. This was the closest thing she had to a home now, and she knew there were people down there who shared her pain and grief. Fellow Alderaanians who were off planet because of the rebellion, or fellow senators and rebel leaders who worked closely with her father. With every step, she reminded herself there was still work to be done. 

Soon, the three of them were in the base and shuttled to a flight bay. And there, like an oasis in the desert, stood her old family friend Vanden Willard. Commander Willard had been in Leia’s life since she was a child, he was an old friend of her fathers and was always present at any birthday or celebration. He was always kind, and he always made Leia feel safe. But most importantly, he was Alderaanian. He knew exactly what she was going through, almost exactly what her pain was. Seeing him made her pain ease even the tiniest bit, because she knew she wasn’t alone. She knew there were others like her out there going through the same shock, grief, anger, sadness, and confusion. She was on her feet in an instant, walking over to him and putting her arms around him in a gentle hug. She was surprised when she felt a smile form on her face, but she knew it was either feel the joy of an Alderaanian standing in front of her or cry at the horror of what happened just hours ago. She chose to smile. 

“You’re safe. When we heard about Alderaan, we feared the worst.” ‘No please, she thought. Please don’t talk about our home. Not here, not now.’

“We have no time for sorrows, Commander.” What she meant was that she couldn’t let herself stop moving long enough to truly acknowledge what happened. She couldn’t think about it for more than a few seconds for fear of breaking down completely. She couldn’t allow herself to feel the weight of the crushing loss because she didn’t know if she could ever recover from it. If she let herself crumple now, she was afraid she would never be able to stand tall again. 

So she pushed forward, like she had always done. Like her parents taught her. 

“You must use the information in this R2 unit to help plan the attack.” She continued, walking swiftly ahead. She had a job to do, a role to play. She always did. “It’s our only hope.” 

Time seemed to stop moving entirely and also move too fast. Leia lost track of it ever since the rivers on Alderaan stopped flowing, like her tether to reality was lost with her home. She found herself in the briefing room surrounded by a hundred pilots as she listened to General Dodonna explain what they had learned from the plans that were hidden in R2. She was only half listening until she heard her name,

“An analysis of the plans provided by Princess Leia” Didn't they all know that wasn’t her name anymore? “has demonstrated a weakness in the battle station.” Leia let out a shaky breath and thanked the force. At least for now, her sacrifices meant something. The general continued explaining how a small, one-man fighter could approach the battle station and exploit its weakness, and Leia found herself looking to the blonde haired boy who had helped her escape. She didn’t understand why, but she felt pulled to him, like there was a golden string binding the two of them, drawing them together. 

“The target area is only two meters wide.” General Dodonna’s voice broke through her reverie and caused the whole room to stir. Leia had only flown a handful of ships in her life, but she knew that was a near impossible task. She saw Han roll his eyes in the back of the room and share a look with Chewbacca, and then she noticed Luke. He wasn’t complaining or grumbling to the boys around him like the others, he was quiet. He looked at Leia for a moment while the general continued to explain that a precise hit to the shaft that leads to the reactor system would start a chain reaction that would bring the whole station down. 

“That’s impossible, even for a computer.” A whiny voice came from the crowd. Somehow Leia knew Luke was about to speak before he opened his mouth. 

“But it's not impossible. I used to bullseye womp-rats in my T16 back home. They’re not much bigger than two meters.” His voice was quiet, gentle, and not loud enough to get everyone’s attention as General Dodonna continued speaking, but Leia heard it and it brought a small smile to her face. She was warmed by his natural optimism. 

“Then man your ships. And may the force be with you.” The general ended his briefing and all the pilots got up and began to head to their ships, many of them grumbling about the impossible odds of what they were about to attempt. 

Leia made a point to find Commander Willard to tell him the details of what happened to their home. As much as it pained her to talk about it, he deserved to know the truth. He needed to know it. There was so much rumor and speculation in the air and in the whole galaxy about the destruction, Leia needed him to know what really happened. But even as she was reporting it, it was like she was recounting something from a dream, something that didn’t really happen to her. She still hadn’t let herself accept the finality of it. She still hadn’t let a single tear fall, although her eyes did well up as she hugged the Alderaanian commander again. Their shared grief snuck into her soul and threatened to cause her to collapse, so she decided to find Luke Skywalker before he took off. As she approached him, she could see and feel that something was off. 

“What's wrong?” They didn’t have long, the horrible battle station was orbiting the planet above them and they were running out of time. 

“Oh, it's Han. I don't know, I really thought he’d change his mind.” Leia was once again struck by the hopefulness the boy carried within him, he saw goodness within everyone, no matter how deep it was buried. She wished she had his altruism, but years of politics and helping her mother rule their planet sucked that out of her. 

“He’s got to follow his own path. No one can choose it for him.” 

“I only wish…Ben were here.” That made Leia balk. Again she felt that flash of anger, that bolt of disbelief. ‘And I only wish my planet hadn't been destroyed.’ she wanted to shoot back at him. ‘I only wish my father were here, he would know what to do. I only wish I could sit in front of my mother as she undid these heavy buns on the sides of my head and sang ancient songs to me.’ she wanted to scream into the sky. ‘I knew Ben too, I miss him too.’ She wanted to spat in his face. She knew the boy in front of her didn’t mean to hurt her, she knew he probably hadn’t had to deal with this much pain before. She knew that comparing their grief wasn’t fair, but didn't he know? Didn’t he know she had lost so much more? Her anger and pain and sadness was building inside her and she feared it would come pouring out if she opened her mouth, so she leaned forward and gave Luke a gentle kiss on the cheek. She remembered what her mother always taught her: that when she wanted to scream, she should respond with kindness. And so that’s what she did before walking away and finding comfort in her fellow forgotten Alderaanian. 

She walked as quickly as she could into the strategy room and took a sharp breath when she didn’t see her father standing there. She had rarely been here without him, as one of the leaders of the rebellion and a brilliant tactician, he was almost always standing around the table with her, giving her the courage and strength to speak her mind and make her voice heard. No matter whatever odds they were facing, Leia always believed they would succeed if her father was there. She believed in him like a little child, and a part of her still imagined he would walk through the door and tell them all to trust in the force. But he wasn’t going to, he was never going to utter those words to her again. Being in this room without him was like losing him all over again, and once more she pushed the tears away, pushed the pain down. There was work to do. 

“Standby alert. Death star approaching.” A voice over the speaker came blaring into the room, shaking Leia out of her thoughts. “Estimated time to firing range: fifteen minutes.” She felt a chill go down her spine, the thought of seeing that battle station scared her more than anything else. She wanted to destroy that thing more than she had ever wanted anything, and not just to get justice for Alderaan. She knew that destroying the Death Star was the only hope for the rebellion, there was no way they could survive with this weapon in the Empire's hands. If they didn’t succeed, this planet would soon be gone too. And then which would be next? She had to stop them, she had to make sure no other planet, no other people, would suffer like Alderaan had. 

She used her pain as fuel to push her forward and continue her fight against the darkness. 

She stood and listened as the X-wings approached the Death Star and made their attack. Run after run ended without success and they were losing men faster than she would have liked. But still, she held onto hope. She had to, there was no other option. She gave orders and suggested tactics and buried herself in the task at hand to keep her mind off the grim chance that they might not make it out of this one. 

They were running out of time, and everyone knew it. 

General Dodonna spoke to the red team and gave them orders for their next attack run. Leia knew that was the squad Luke was assigned to, and she desperately wanted to tell him to be safe, to trust himself and his skills. She didn’t know why, but she had this deep belief in him. She didn’t know why, but she felt like he was the key to all of this. But like her other feelings, she pushed those down. The first group started their run and before long Red Leader’s voice came over the speaker, 

“I'm in range, target coming up.” Everyone leaned forward, praying to everything and anything they believed in. This might be their last chance. “Almost there…” An explosion, crashing. Another X-wing down. “Almost there…” Leia wanted to scream at him to go faster. 

“I can’t hold them.” Another crash. Red Leader was the only one left in the trench. 

“It’s away!” The whole room leaned in more. He shot it, but now they waited to see if he hit it. ‘He had to,’ Leia thought. This had to work. 

“Negative.” Red Leader’s dejected voice came through. “It didn’t go in. It just impacted on the surface.” Leia’s heart sank even lower and she felt an overwhelming sense of dread. She couldn’t accept that everything her parents had worked so hard to build for so long could come crashing down. And she couldn’t do anything to stop it, just like she couldn’t do anything to save Alderaan. She shared a desperate look with the General. 

She heard another crash and looked at the screen. There was only one minute until the Death Star would be in firing range, and then it would all be over. She wondered if it would be quick, or if they would have time to see everything crumbling around them. She inched her way over to General Dodonna, the look of fear and resignation clear on her face. There was no need for a mask anymore. She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and was grateful for the comfort. At least she would see her father soon. 

Then a familiar voice came through the pilots’ channel. 

“We’re going in full throttle.” Luke’s gentle voice floated through the air holding a desperation and confidence she had never heard from him. Something about it made her heart flash with hope, if only for a moment. Maybe all wasn’t lost, not yet. 

He started his run with Biggs Darklighter and Wedge Antilles, two accomplished pilots Leia knew from their years of service. Leia knew that Wedge had been with the rebellion since the earliest days of the civil war and she trusted his skills. Leia held her breath. 

She listened as Luke gave orders to the other two men with assurance and authority, and she was impressed by his ability to take the lead. It was a side of him she hadn’t seen, and in a strange way, she was proud of him. The tiny flame of hope in her chest burned a little brighter. 

And then he turned his computer off. 

“Luke, you switched off your targeting computer. What’s wrong?” Leia’s heart began to beat faster and she didn’t remember the last time she took a breath. 

“Nothing. I’m alright.” She didn’t know why, but for some reason, she still trusted him. An explosion. A droid scream. “I’ve lost R2!” Her father’s droid, the loyal, feisty astromech who had been in their service for a few years now. Leia felt C3PO turn to look at her, but it was all she could do to keep her focus forward, staring, unmoving. She couldn’t handle many more losses. 

“The Death Star has cleared the planet. The Death Star has cleared the planet.” The alarm and voice came blaring over speakers in the rebel base. Her hope extinguished and she let out the exhausted breath she was holding. This was it. She failed. Everything her father built, everything he was, about to be destroyed. She finally looked to C3PO and shared a terrified glance. 

An explosion. Leia’s shattered heart cracked even more, thinking Luke was gone. She looked at the screen on the table, and was confused when she saw his signal was still strong. And then she heard a sound she thought she would never hear again. 

A whooping, a cry of triumph. She had only met Han Solo today, but she knew it was him. 

The flame in her heart reignited. 

“You’re all clear, kid! Now let’s blow this thing and go home.” Han’s excited voice came ringing through the channel. She took a shaky breath as she prayed once again. Accepting her death was easy, having hope that they might survive was a lot scarier. If she had hope, that meant she had more to lose. But she held onto it anyway. 

Luke made it to his target, fired at it, and then flew out of the trench. Everyone held their breath. 

There was a loud bang and the ground they were standing on shook slightly. Leia wondered if they had failed, if the Death Star really had fired at them, when she heard Han’s voice. 

“Great shot, kid! That was one in a million!” 

Leia almost couldn't believe it. Relief flooded through her and for the first time since she lost everything she took a full breath. She felt a flicker of joy reenter her heart, and she welcomed it like an old friend. The pain was still there, she knew it always would be, but she knew her parents would want her to accept the joy when it came. After all, she did this for them. 

As soon as they got word of Luke’s X-Wing touching down she sprinted through the halls and into the hangar, not caring what she looked like. She could hear cheers and clapping all around her, and the air was filled with infectious exuberance and relief. They did it, they survived. And, at least for today, they won. 

“Luke!” 

“Leia!” She threw her arms around the blonde boy, letting him spin her around. She laughed freely, laughter that she thought would never again come from her mouth. For the first time all day, she didn’t feel guilty. She didn’t feel a dark shadow hanging over her. The Death Star was destroyed, they were still here. The Rebellion lived to see another day, and now it had the hope of continuing on. She could never get Alderaan back, but she could fight with everything in her to protect and keep what she still had. 

And she had the strangest feeling that the boy who was spinning her around was now one of those things. 

“Hey!” Han Solo's voice came ringing across the space as he rushed over to them. Luke launched himself into his arms and all three of them were smiling widely. 

“I just knew you’d come back! I just knew it!” 

“Well I wasn’t gonna let you get all the credit and take all the reward.” Han’s voice didn’t match his words, though, and Leia knew he came back for much more than that. She didn’t think before launching herself straight into Han’s arms. 

“Han, I knew there was more to you than money!” she felt his arms around her and for just a moment, everything felt okay. Luke joined in their hug and for the smallest second, Leia forgot about her pain. The three of them held each other before a mechanic arm lowered the damaged R2-D2 down from Luke’s X-wing. It snapped them all back to reality, but the mechanics assured them all that they would fix him and he would be good as new. Luke reassured C3PO that he would be alright before putting his arm back around Leia. 

The three of them, Leia sandwiched in the middle, walked with their arms around each other into the base, their smiles wide and their hearts light. Her pain hadn’t left her, she knew it never fully would, but she had the most peculiar feeling that she would be okay. She looked at the two men around her and the Wookiee following behind, and knew she wasn't alone. She knew she would never be able to have her mother and father back, but she also believed, more than most, that family was more than just blood. And so with her head held high and her smile wide, she let herself celebrate their success with everyone. And as she walked into the celebration, she swore she could hear her mother and father’s voice like a distant echo whisper softly to her, 

“We’re so proud of you. We love you.” 

“I Know” She whispered back. 

Epilogue: 

The party went late into the night and she didn’t return to her room until the morning hours. When she did she was tired but full of light. It wasn’t until she was alone in her dark room that the pain of the earlier events came to her again, and she found herself staring numbly into her mirror. The room around her was small for a princess, but very large compared to the other rooms on the base. She had decorated it as best as she could to match the Alderaanian style, but now everything about it mocked her. She looked around the room slowly, and every inch of it reminded her of what she lost. With a scream that she didn’t recognize as her own, she tore down the paintings of Alderaanian forests she had once loved, pulled down every tapestry and fabric, smashed every piece of art she had taken from her childhood room. She couldn't stand the reminders of what she had lost, and her fury and pain propelled the destruction. 

She didn’t stop until she looked down to her bleeding hands to see a beautiful holopicture encased in glass, moments away from being smashed. Her breath caught as she saw the smiling faces of her mom and dad staring back at her, the gleaming crown on her mothers head wrapped in the traditional braids of royalty, reminding her of what she would never become. Leia saw herself sandwiched between them, her dress perfectly white and the buns on the sides of her head perfectly placed. She was wearing exactly what she was wearing now, the traditional appearance of an Alderaanian princess. She didn’t know how long she stared at the picture, but eventually she was numbly putting it on her bed, keeping it away from the destruction around her. She slowly walked back over to her mirror, walking over broken glass and crushed pottery. She didn’t recognize who she saw. 

Slowly, deliberately, Leia unpinned her hair. She uncurled the buns, layer by layer, until her hair hung in two braids hanging down onto her chest. She looked at the black stains on her white dress, stains from grease and whatever was in that trash compactor. She saw the tears in her dress towards the bottom, rips she got running for her life. The dress that once symbolized her royalty now stood tattered and stained, and, oddly, it made her smile. That's how she felt. 

She once again stared at her hair. While just a hairstyle to an outsider, an Alderaanian knew the power those buns held. Only a princess was allowed to wear her hair like that, and only from the Day of Demand until the day of her coronation. It was the ultimate symbol of her position, power, and status. Braids held high significance in Alderaanian culture, often showing one's position or occupation. People wore different braids for different occasions, and every one of them had a meaning. 

The one’s Leia had been wearing told the whole world she was a Princess of Alderaan. 

Without even telling her fingers what to do, Leia undid the braids that held her title and let her hair fall loosely around her shoulders. Staring at herself in the mirror, looking at her insignificant hair and desecrated dress, she was finally devoid of symbolic meaning. She was barely recognizable as herself anymore. Finally, she looked on the outside the way she had felt on the inside all day. 

She vowed to herself that she would never wear those buns again, and in doing so, renounced her title as a princess. She watched in the mirror as a single tear fell down her cheek. It was the first tear she had cried all day. And as the rest of the rebels continued to celebrate outside, she let her world fall apart around her. 

Finally, she let herself go. Finally, she crumpled to the floor amidst the destruction she had caused and wept until her tears ran out and her voice was hoarse. 

And there she stayed until the morning sun rose, as it always does. 

As it always will.

[tonsillessscum]

Leia post in honor of Carrie Fisher’s passing which was 7 years ago today.

[elisbookworld]

Bail Organa is actually the greenest flag in all of Star Wars. He believes in the Republic and after it fell he founded a rebellion. He's married and took he wifes last name. He raised the daughter of his best friend as his own. On that note, his best friend is a woman in politics. He supported the Jedi during the Republic and the Empire. He probably wears Sweaters Breha bought him to Senate Meetings. I love him sm.

[girlrandomstuff]

Bail Organa is literally for Star Wars what Nick Fury is for Marvel and Charlie for Charlie's Angels and I'm so up for it.

Man brought Mon Mothma, Riyo Chuchi, Ahsoka Tano (aka Vader's former Padawan) and Obi Wan Kenobi (aka Vader's former Master) and many other others to fight with the Rebelion under the noses of the Empire without them not even suspecting. Deserves more recognition.

[swivelbot]

Shout out to Han Solo keeping his Stormtrooper belt on for no reason on the Death Star.

Very Epic.

[darth-memes]

[jewishcissiekj]

Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker in Star Wars (2020) #48 - written by Charles Soule with art by Jethro Morales

[pbandjeveryday]

Thinking about how on Leia’s childhood birthdays, Alderaanian holonet channels would be broadcasting Empire Day specials all day long. Thinking about how Bail would turn it off and they would celebrate her day with an abundance of presents and desserts and Leia would feel like the happiest little princess in the galaxy, but she would always associate that day with the Imperial March.

Thinking about how on Luke’s childhood birthdays, Aunt Beru would make him a simple birthday cake and Uncle Owen would give him the day off of chores. Thinking about how Luke didn’t even know it was Empire Day until the year that Owen took him to Tosche station and someone said something about it, and how he didn’t really associate his birthday with Empire Day until Imperial presence on Tatooine began to increase.

Thinking about how on Ezra’s childhood birthdays, he had to watch the people who took his parents away marching down the Capital City streets to applause and cheers. Thinking about how the only birthdays he could remember were filled with misery and anger until he turned fifteen on the Ghost, and how even though his birthdays got happier with his new family, he always associated that day with pain and fear.

Thinking about how much their adopted families meant to each one of them on their birthdays, and how hard it must have been once those families were torn away from them.

Thinking about how much destruction and pain the Empire caused in all three of their lives, from the very day they each drew their first breaths.

[pixalry]

Alderaan’s Daughter - Created by Joshua Budich

Limited edition prints available for sale at Spoke Art.

[copalcetic]

Thinking about Mon in Leia, Princess of Alderaan, and how Leia looks up to her as a mentor figure, as the one adult who takes her seriously and trusts her with the business of rebellion, as the person who sees her as the grown woman she's on the cusp of becoming and not the child her parents still want to protect. To Leia, it's a beautiful relationship, a source of comfort and strength. Thinking about Mon in Andor, two years earlier, and how she never knew how to connect with her own daughter, never trusted her own daughter, sold her own daughter into a child marriage to support the Rebellion's goals. And I wonder: what does Mon see, when she looks at Leia? Leia, or the shadows of what her relationship with Leida might have been?

[stealingpotatoes]

Does Ben eventually join the school? Would Merrin be able to stop snoke from messing with his mind with like a space excorism or something?

yeah when he's like. nearer age 10!! and it's ok Leia got to him before Snoke could

[meshla-cyarika]

oh my god

I just finished the book "Leia princess of Alderaan" by claudia gray and oh my fucking god I'm distraught like I'm actually speechless I wanna lay on the floor in fetal position and cry oh my god.

[tonsillessscum]

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

qui-gon won't let force ghost maul near the lars homestead, and obi-wan is boring when he's asleep.

what's a fixated sith to do?

hmmmm.

(this will go well)

[girlrandomstuff]

As a fandom I think we got over this two too fast, cuz just look at them, live on my mind rent free, also look at Jimmy playing not only senator Bail Organa, but Princess Leia's dad, he has always been so happy to be in SW but this time he was SO THRILLED

[blxkstar]

"Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope."

I made a playlist for Princess Leia Organa. Please check it out!

Princess Leia Organa, you are wise, discerning, kindhearted. These are qualities that came from your mother. But you are also passionate and fearless, forthright. And these are gifts from your father. Both were exceptional people who bore an exceptional daughter.

I would rather be a monster that believes in something, that would sacrifice everything to make the galaxy better, than be someone who sits on the sidelines and watches as if it has no consequences to them.