Skeleton In The Closet.

The gates gleam in the evening light. Leia just got discharged a few minutes ago. The itchy feeling of the removed IV tugging for her attention every few seconds.

She has a sense of deja vu as she stands outside Mark's obnoxiously large mansion.

Remembering the last time she was here and how she had practically begged the guard to let her in was something she'd like to bury.

At least this time she doesn't have to listen to bitchy comments about her supposed infidelity.

With a resigned sigh she walks in.

She settles into the chair Mark had drawn for her, resolutely ignoring his glaring attempts of being a good host.

It's only two of them in the opaque dining room. Leia wonders why they aren't in his office. He clears his throat as he settles in his seat, right across from her.

"You can have anything you like. I even made the chefs prepare your favourites."

He says as he gestures to the spread on the table. Leia ignores his words, using her middle finger to push her plate away