If life could be like this, she would be forever happy. It was lovely to feel him relax as she did. Whatever the future brought, they could truly be happy together. Falling in love was not such a bad thing after all.

Rey smiled up at him. His smile was so warm, so free even. And when he laughed, she felt even more warmth and adoration swelling inside her. His voice was like the chocolate she loved to sneak at night. A sudden wave of heat brought a flush to her cheeks as she thought about the two of them being tangled together during the night. His arms around her… his voice murmuring in her ear… the idea didn’t scare her now, didn’t upset her. Instead she almost found herself wishing for just that. Did he think of such things? Of course he must. Men were always eager. At least that’s what she had always heard in hushed giggles from servant girls.

“I thought… thought perhaps I’d go change,” she whispered, cupping his cheek. “Will you pour us more wine, my husband?” Perhaps if she appeared to be a little more assured, he wouldn’t find her wanting. Suddenly she blurted out “Have you done this before?” Then she gasped, covering her mouth. Why had she done that? Oh he would think her mad, or just completely inappropriate.

Arranged by Force - closed rp

The ceremony was complete. There was no way she could be saved from this. Princess Rey Palpatine, no, Solo now, sat at the grand table set for the celebration banquet, stubbornly staring down at her plate. This was quite possibly the worst day of her life.

Her grandfather had insisted this take place. He held old fashioned views of the kingdom, namely that his granddaughter, no matter how capable, simply could not be the sole ruler. To manage this, he had arranged the marriage for her with the prince of the neighboring kingdom, Prince Benjamin Solo. The two kingdoms were united, and she was stuck married to someone she did not even know. They had never laid eyes upon each other till an hour before, as she came walking down the aisle in her wedding gown and veil.

@universeofmuses

“I don’t think I’m the one to help him. Besides, just wait, soon he’ll start cackling and revealing his next plot.”

"Rey, come here please. Your grandfather is being cranky and comparing himself to looking like a raisin."

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These were moments she treasured. She wouldn’t let any worry of darkness take over. “I love you too, my little Prince,” she murmured. As she swayed with him, she realized he was getting so tall, just like his father. Maybe he would only inherit the good. “I know you can be so much, Ben. I believe it.”

"Mommy!" (from Ben).

Nothing in the galaxy could make her smile quite like that little voice calling to her. “Come here, my little Prince,” she hummed, sweeping him into a hug. What is it?”

“Sit up and stop sniveling! He is almost here! You need to make a good impression on him.”

Immediately Rey did as her grandfather ordered in that dry raspy hiss. She would never disobey after all. Even as she sat up, she tried to lean away from him. Not that space or distance between their bodies would make any really difference. He could make life miserable for her no matter what she did. This arranged marriage was just another way he chose to control her life.

He had insisted she be clad in white. “Show this boy what he expects,” Grandfather had ordered. So there she sat, trying not to shake horribly. She could feel him approaching. Something about him felt large, dark, and strong. Was he going to treat her harshly? It was what she was used to after all. Her grandfather liked to make a show of spoiling his only granddaughter, but it was indeed all for show. This man she was to marry, the Skywalker heir, he might be the same way.

If he would leave her alone and not hurt her, she could be content.

Her heart echoed in her ears. The thunder of her blood drowned out the grumbling from the throne next to her. Every second that passed, she felt him getting closer. Something between them hummed and sizzled, heat starting to build. Rey didn’t understand why this was happening. It was unfamiliar and frightening.

When the doors slid open, the roaring in her ears seemed to suddenly go quiet. This man came towards her, eyes locked on hers. He was the only thing that existed.

He spoke, and the low rumble of his voice unlocked something inside her. That something reached it as if to touch inside his soul. Was this the humming and sizzling that wouldn’t leave her? Shyly she bowed her head towards him. What should she say to him?

I’m no one.

Betrothed~

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It was medieval. Harkin to some old tradition from eon’s ago. Leia would have shun it off had it been her hand that was asked for. Ben was sure of it. But this lost Princess, Duchess or whatever her title was, was asking for Ben. Or at least her dying Household was asking on her behalf.

Ben wasn’t sure what her thoughts were on the matter. He wasn’t even sure of her own name. Just that it was the girl. Her. And felt her more then anything else, looming large.

Luke was giving him side wards glances since their shuttle touched down. Wanting to break the silence since hyperdrive. 

“We should talk to Leia first.” Luke might have said. The other opens his mouth but shuts it. Or, “Do you sense something off?” But that too doesn’t come.

Ben’s hands tighten into fists. He charges down the polish hall in silence. Ben knows why Luke remains quite. Not opening his thoughts to him. Luke doesn’t trust his fears to Ben. After all this training. The years of being his best student, the strongest with the force. After all this time, Luke still doesn’t trust his judgement. Doesn’t trust his own skill. Not even with his own thoughts. They finally get to the double doors. The grand suit, Leia’s office while working off world for the New Republic. Both pause. Their reflection gaze back at them. They have smarten up for the visit.  Ditching their usually neutral uniforms. Ben wears a more somber version of his Jedi robes.  Black always suited Ben.  A heavy cloak on his shoulders, a dust of the light rain from outside. His hair hangs loose and tangs wet which hides his ears. 

Ben takes a deep breath and gathers his thoughts. “Ready?” Luke said, Ben would nod. He would be polite. Listen to what was on offer. He would trust Leia, trust in the grand scheme of things. “There is something off about this proposal but not with this girl.” Leia said.  And Ben trusted his mother.  But he was a Jedi. Surely the Lady- his new wife would learn that. Know they would fall into their new roles. Be apart often. Surely she crave that as well.  Ben nods to himself. Yes. That seems reasonable. Ben left out his held breath. “Ready.” He said, The doors opens and Luke takes now to start talking.  “Ben think of this as a mission. Don’t worry if anything we can get you out of this-” As the doors slide open the world goes silent. The nervous tension he has felt for days now made sense. Rey has been tugging at the other end of him. Calling to him. Like a light at the end of a dark tunnel. Ben narrows his eyes. Like star, a rey of sunshine. And all those in the room, Leia and her guests dress in their best, where her planets in her orbit. “-Are you even listening to me?” Luke said, Ben snap out of his trance. Taking long leg strives towards the young woman. The room’s ambiance had stilled to watch him. Even the story Leia had been telling had halted.  “The girl I heard so much about.” Ben said, his eyes fix on her. Only now with real, true interest. Who are you?

Hayden freaking Christensen said Anakin became Vader, that physically he is different, but Vader is the evolution of Anakin, with slower movements.

Hayden makes the rules, I don't. So all of those people that want to separate Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader, he is one and the same.

Hayden Christensen getting showered with love at the 2023 Star Wars Celebration

“If you live long enough, you see the same eyes in different people.”

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Follows back on @libri-e-amore

Canon compliant and canon divergent

Semi-Selective

Rules found here x

We be doing memes again

The Force Dyad

Oscar Isaac

Watching Star Wars Celebration like...

there's a starman waiting in the sky

Send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it

"Mommy!" (from Ben).

Nothing in the galaxy could make her smile quite like that little voice calling to her. “Come here, my little Prince,” she hummed, sweeping him into a hug. What is it?”

Trope of the day is… fake engagement. Reasons for faking an engagement can vary. There is the wish to make an ex jealous, to appease the parents, to get some expensive gifts, or to be legally allowed to be in the hospital with the other person.

Can turn into a marriage situation if they actually fall in love or if the parents decide that they are so happy about this that they want the wedding to be held right now.

Different to fake marriage when there is no intention for an actual wedding.