HEAVY IN YOUR ARMS [A DIN DJARIN X READER STORY]

CHAPTER THREE: THE HISTORY

The day passed, with you taking lunch inside of your quarters and you spending a good part of the afternoon sitting in front of your window, your knees pulled up to your chest. The day was so pretty. The sun looked so warm and felt so good against your skin. You wished you had a balcony to spend the day on, to feel it against your skin, but you only had locked windows, sealed with a code that only your father and probably the Mandalorian knew. You touched the glass and sighed longingly, dreaming of better days of playing in the river at the bottom of the mountain. That was before the Empire set up camp in your kingdom. Before stormtroopers started terrorizing every piece of ground that wasn't a part of the castle.

Days when he was still with you, and even though your mother had already passed, you were still able to have joy in your life.

You were up on your feet before the memories became too vivid and too painful. You slipped on your pink shoes and opened your bedroom door, jumping out of your skin when you knocked against the Mandalorian's back. "Oh, forgive me. I didn't realize---"

"It's alright," he said, turning around slowly to face you. You hadn't realized he had been standing guard in front of your door.

Your heart was thudding in your chest. "I shouldn't have been rushing like that."

"No harm done."

"It was foolish of me," you continued. You couldn't look at him. It embarrassed you that you couldn't look at him, but if he only knew---

"Hey." He held up his hands. "It was an accident. No damage."

You exhaled and nodded. "Alright."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes," you said. "I just thought I'd get out some, and so I was wondering if you'd care to take me for a quick walk before dinner."

"Of course." He gestured down the hall. "Lead the way, Princess."

You did, holding your skirt up off the floor as you walked slowly down the hall and into a corridor that would lead to a different section of the palace. "I really needed the fresh air. Plus I think a tour of the palace would do you some good, too. It will give you a chance to know where things are."

Although the palace was huge, places you could go were very few. You took him to the foyer of the palace, where there was the most to look at. It was also the furthest you could go without your father's permission. The outside was forbidden only to you.

"This is the foyer," you said, "where those who are welcomed can take a glimpse at the importance of their leaders."

He nodded thoughtfully, glancing around at the walls that towered far above him. Statues of kings and queens lined the floor. "This is... extravagant."

"They're my ancestors," you explained. "My family has never really been a humble people. Every king and queen gets a statue built of them once they've passed away."