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𝔅ombshell, eleven—separated

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𝔅ombshell, eleven—separated.

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"So, we're ready to leave?"

"Yep."

"I'm... nervous."

"I know. You shouldn't be."

"What if they don't like me on Sorgan?"

"They have no reason not to like you, Cyar'ika."

"But what if they think I'm some... spoiled princess—"

"They're not gonna think that. Trust me, they'll immediately welcome you."

With a sigh, you glanced down towards the sleeping baby boy wrapped in brown blankets and clutched close to your body. These past few nights haven't exactly been easy with him — waking up in the middle of the night, crying, hungry, reluctant to return to sleep... The usual. He's a baby, what did you expect? But you'd gone through so much to give this infant a chance to live that you didn't mind it at all. At least, as the droids stated, he was premature, but healthy.

Still, those painful memories remained unpleasantly glued to your mind — accepting the fact that it was much too late for your unborn child, the way you needed to watch as the droids took the baby away from you, completely still and unmoving, not even whimpering the slightest bit. You  thought that was it. That you hadn't managed to save him. That you'd failed. But, then you heard that feeble cry in the distance, the nurse droids returned the newborn to you, Din reentered the room, and you realized... everything might just be fine.

And now you were beginning your journey to your new home — Sorgan. By what you'd heard, that serene backwater planet would be the perfect world for you to raise your baby alongside Din.

Finally, you lifted your gaze and nodded curtly at your Mandalorian. "Alright, let's go."

The necessary five rotations had already passed by, long and burdensome in this intense heat of Tatooine. You were delighted to finally leave this planet. The nights, although a bit cooler, were still unbearably hot. The temperature dropped but not quite enough for you to feel comfortable. Luckily, that was all over. Soon enough, you'd be heading to Sorgan with your Mandalorian and your five-day-old boy to enjoy the life you both deserved to live. The mere thought of it thrilled you to the point that you absolutely couldn't wait to land on the green planet. A whole new life right besides your brand-new family. With Din, with the Child, with the baby you'd risked plenty so he could survive.

Though the fear that the people on Sorgan wouldn't accept you still clung strictly to your chest, and admittedly weighed you down a bit. You were an ex-princess, used to all kinds of fancy, expensive belongings and excessive attention everywhere you traveled to. Sorgan likely wouldn't be capable of providing you with the showy outfits and jewelry and makeup, or luxurious palaces Rainoh had for you. But you didn't mind this at all. If anything, this was an upgrade from all that. Now it wouldn't be necessary for you to wear uncomfortable dresses 24/7, or need to comply with your duties and responsibilities as princess. You just hoped the villagers wouldn't mind you either.

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