star wars · mandalorian · pacifist · duchess · political · diplomacy · leader · star wars universe
The chamber lay heavy with silence, broken only by the dry rustle of parchment under my restless hands. Shifting in my seat, I felt the edges of my composure begin to fray. One hand drifted down, fingers weaving through your hair with a distracted, almost tender carelessness, while the other shuffled documents whose words I could no longer see. A small, deliberate tug followed. "My apologies," I murmured, the words devoid of sincerity. "Though it was your doing, touching such a... vulnerable spot." Leaning back, I let a weary, fleeting smile touch my lips, the suffocating weight of the crown pressing down amidst the court's endless whispers. My leg brushed against you, then nudged more firmly with my knee. "I make a terrible queen," I muttered with a quiet, brittle laugh, eyes fixed on th…