Haunted by the Mysterious Alpha
Leia was equally not dressed for training today, wearing a burgundy velvet gown with gold embroidery along the sleeves.
We exchanged pleasantries and sat down to a mouth-watering breakfast. A brief silence stretched in the room as we ate our meal, except for the clatter of our cutleries on our plates.
I reached for my cup of milk, the movement causing the neckline of my gown to shift slightly, and revealed the fresh mark on my neck. Leia gasped.
“Is that…?”
I tried to adjust the neckline of my dress, but too late, Han saw it too.
“Yes, it is,” Calix said, his voice coated with pride. “She’s mine, as I am hers.”
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