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Renperor reacting/reflecting on his mother with rey?
I like this one.
Parents weren’t something they spoke about often. Hers were dull aristocrats from a boring, sun-filled planet. They had raised her with the sole purpose of marrying her off. His were both long-dead, ripped from his young adulthood by coup.
She sat with her back to the footboard, across from him. He had his lamp switched on though the sun had risen already, casting warm light into the room. He was frustrated, as he was every year this day came around. Moody and unpredictable, she knew better than to tease him.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
It was after dinner when he opened up just a little. 9:21 in the evening, the exact minute all those years ago when the messenger arrived.
“It’s been almost twelve years.” He was standing at one of the windows, the bright lights of Coruscant outlining his dark robes. She stood at the door having just walked in, now feeling like an intruder to a private moment of grief.
“Does it hurt less?” She approached cautiously, fearing one of his moods. To make peace, she offered him the warm cup of chocolate in her hands.
“Never. The feeling of helplessness expands.” He didn’t turn to her, eyes fixed on the outside buzz. “I was just barely fourteen. They’d been assassinated off-world and there was nothing I could have done. That war to follow was quickly over, but it didn’t bring either of them back.”
This was more weakness than she’d ever seen him display. “I remember hearing about it,” she said softly, unsure if she should take his hand for comfort. She had been eight when it happened, still too young to fully grasp the concept of death. “I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about now.”
“What were they like?”
He sighed and looked down through the glass, down into the bowels of the city. “My father was quick-witted and unable to sit still for more than a few months at a time. My mother was soft but stern. Commanding. She sat on that throne like she was born for greatness, and she proved she was.”
Leia, daughter of Vader. She’d been quite a force during her reign, so much so that Rey had read about her in history classes, had become very familiar with her late mother-in-law’s successes and defeats. She was more diplomatic than her father and son, but there was no shortage of her temper. Rey hoped they would have gotten on well, but there wasn’t a way to know.
“Every day, I try to be a little more like her. Take a little bit more from her style of rule, her policies. Perhaps one day I’ll be as strong as she.”
She took his hand now, moved in closer to his side. There was so much more to the man she married than he showed her, whole strings of dreams and wishes and feelings. Hopefully one day he’d open all the way up. “I think she’d be proud of you.”
“Thank you,” he said and kissed her brow. “That means more to me thank I can express.”