A Throne Amongst the Stars

Vir Meus

[A/N: Hello my lovely readers! I hope your week has been wonderful and I wish that your weekend is even better! Here is the next chapter for you all. I love each one of you and hope you enjoy! -K 🖤]

[🌌This chapter is long, contains slight swearing, sexual insinuations, and angst.🌌]
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There were no words or apologies that could have properly articulated just how miserable and anguished I felt concerning the chaotic mishap of my room. Guilt flooded my heart and drained the color from my face as I begged for Leia to forgive me.

"I'm so sorry, General Leia, I-I don't know when or how-" I agonizingly weeped into her shoulder as she embraced me in comfort and maternal consolation. Her hands were gently rubbing my back as I attempted to ignore the dripping paint that continued to trickle down the walls until they formed massive puddles on the floor of the borrowed room.

"(Y/N)," She spoke cautiously and in a nurturing tone, "My dear, please don't apologize. I'm well aware you didn't mean for it to happen." Leia removed my regretful face from her shoulder and cupped my tear-stained cheek. Her thumb swiped my remaining tears away as she sighed with a saddened smile. "You remind me so much of..." Her phrase trailed off with the faintest hint of an uncertain and trembling voice.

Her lips, adorned with a rosy gloss, quivered as she recalled a distant memory. She dropped her own head for a moment to dispel the sorrow before she patted my cheek tenderly. "I will clean this up immediately." I firmly declared, squeezing her shoulders in assurance as I turned around to scrutinize the disorder.

Was I the cause of this?

Was this my fault?

Remorse was one of the prominent motivating factors that pushed me to begin frantically picking up the now empty paint pots from the ground. I dropped to my knees and without hesitation, began to reach for the pots as they laid in haphazard positions after being violently strewn around. "I'm so sorry, I'm very, very sorry, General Leia. Please...please don't send me away..." I brokenly whispered as I began to stack the jars onto the small desk that was also defaced from the colossal amounts of paint that had apparently exploded in mayhem.

Echoing footsteps approached me from behind as my hands quickly became covered in many colors of paint. I was frantically cleaning, fearful that any moment would be my last here on the Resistance base. "(Y/N), enough. Enough, my darling." Leia knelt behind me and held my shoulders that were tense with humiliation and dishonor. "I will see to it that this is cleaned. I would never send you away." With a soft hold on my cheek, she angled my face to meet her serious gaze. "Do you understand? I would never send you away."

"I didn't mean to... I..." My chest heaved as I resumed my panicked movements to clear the floor of the pots before I began to even consider scrubbing the floor clean from the damaging paint.

Everything I touched always ended up broken or misused.

Why couldn't I do anything right?

Why was I constantly disappointing those around me?

Leia's hand rested on my forearm as I sniffed silently and stared at the smeared paint on my hands. "I know. You're confused and you're scared." She rubbed my arm affectionately as my eyes drifted to her face. "You don't understand why this is happening and why it's happening now." She removed the paint jar I was holding tightly and returned it to the floor. "I will explain everything, my dear. But first, let's stand and clean up."

She assisted me as I stood, not once rushing me or forcing me to hurry my movements. With a calm demeanor, she guided me to the bathroom and turned on the faucet for me to begin cleaning my hands under. Within a few moments that were silent except for the running water, I was finally drying my cleansed hands as I studied myself in the mirror.