Star Wars: The Queen On The Run

The Curse

A chorus sings, vocalizing in harmony, the church-like room filled with many Twi'Leks, Senators, and Jedi council members. All sitting in the pews as Liv stood in front of the Bishop, her husband, Max, to the left of her. Her heart pounds, nervous. The priest holds a crown in his hand, and she slowly bows, and he places the crown on her head. When she stood upright, she slowly opened her eyes, looking at the short staff and a small heirloom rested on a green pillow. She reached for them, and the Bishop clears his throat.

"Your Majesty, the gloves." 

His voice at his whisper, she sighs, pulling them slowly off her ring finger, then her middle, pulling it off completely, then grabbing the other off easily, resting it on the pillow, in between the two items. She hesitates to pick them up, staring at them, breathing deeply, her hands shaky as she grabs them, turning towards the crowd. The bishop chants a prayer, and she stands there. The crowd stands, and after a couple of seconds, she looks down, seeing a red glow form around them. She gasps.

 "Queen Dia of Ryloth." 

 She quickly puts them down when he says Ryloth, putting her red gloves back on, holding her hands in front of her, and looking out at the crowd.

"Queen Dia of Ryloth" 

She looks at them all as they clap for her, her heart pounding.

 A party starts hours later in the castle, and people sing and dance till the music stops when she enters. 

"Queen Dia of Ryloth." 

They bow to her, and she stands on a small platform. 

"Knight Wraith of the Jedi Order."

Wraith was standing in the back during the ceremony and made his way over to where Liv stood as he was called out. 

"Queen Dia."

 He bows before glancing around. She softly chuckles under her breath when the butler moves him to the right spot, people go back to dancing when the music starts up again.

 "Hi."

"Why must you drag me into social gatherings? It feels weird to not be in my armor."

 She slowly looks at him. 

"You look nice." 

He glances around, and she softly looks over at him. Her hands were rested, softly folded, in front of her.

"Your Majesty. The Duke of Weasletown."

"Weselton! Duke of Weselton, Your Majesty."

 He walks closer to the two, she keeps a slight smile on her face.

"As your closet partner in the senate, it seems only fitting that I offer you your first dance as queen. One-two, and jump." 

 William dances slightly, bowing as he holds his hand up to her, his hair extension falling in front of him. She slightly laughs at it, then she clears her throat. 

"Uh... Thank you. Only, I don't dance."

"Oh..."

 "But my Jedi protectee does."

 She looks over at him, a smile on her face as if she meant him. William grabs onto his arm, pulling into onto the dance floor, and she goes back to the way she was standing, nodding to the senators who look at her.

 "Apologies, but I don't dance, at least not since I lost my leg."

William starts dancing around him, weirdly.