Leia felt a familiar surge of energy as she leapt over the palace wall into the great, wild streets of Alderaan. Well, she did not think they were so wild, but her father certainly did. He tried his best to keep her within the palace walls and under his supervision, but Bail Organa consistently forgot one thing: he had raised a rebel.
Unfamiliar sights and smells washed over Leia as she sauntered through the main marketplace. Everything she could possibly imagine was on sale, from fish to jewelry. Lively music mixed in with the fragments of speech she heard from every direction. People danced, people ate, people shopped, and people talked. Leia wished desperately that she could be like people, with the freedom to dance, eat, shop, and talk whenever she pleased.
Leia stopped at a booth that presented gorgeous necklaces. Pearls, diamonds, rubies...her eyes gleamed at the possibilities. Just as she was about to pick up a diamond necklace that caught her eye, Leia felt a strong hand on her shoulder. She gulped and turned around. Staring down at Leia was Martellus, Bail Organa's head bodyguard and usually the man who retrieved her from her...outings.
"Why, Martellus!" Leia exclaimed with a huge, albeit nervous smile. "Isn't it a lovely evening to enjoy the market? You should join me."
Martellus flashed Leia a patronizing grin and said, "I wish I could have that pleasure, Your Highness, but unfortunately it is past my bedtime."
Leia grinned sheepishly and looked down at her shoes. Converse sneakers, which she only wore for her evening outings.
Martellus' hand led Leia to the vehicle that would drive her back to the palace, and to a hefty scolding from Bail Organa.
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Princess Leia Organa: Approach to the Senate
FanfictionThe life of Leia Organa from age twelve up until her election into the Imperial Senate at age sixteen. I do not own any of the Star Wars characters. I'm just playing around with them and using my imagination!
