The Last Queen Regent

MAJA SALVADOR // have you met BREHA ORGANA yet? SHE is a THIRTY-TWO year old CIS HUMAN WOMAN. they’re originally from ALDERAAN and now shows loyalty to THE REBELLION. they are best known for being THE QUEEN OF ALDERAAN, and i hear they’re pretty COMPASSIONATE yet also STUBBORN at times; i hope they survive the galactic civil war. (MYFANWY, 26, EST, SHE/HER)

cw: fertility issues, miscarriage

He’d  been  looking  for  Breha  since  he  came  back.  It  had  taken  over  a  lot  of  his  time,  the  times  that  he  was  not  spending  with  the  New  Republic.  Reading  any  briefings,  searching  for  any  that  have  come  back  form  Alderaan,  interviewing  those  that  they  had  known  when  they  were  both  alive.  He  had  thought  she  would  find  Leia  when  she  could,  but  when  she  hadn’t  turned  up,  the  thought  had  come  up  that  maybe  she  had  stayed  gone.  He  refused  to  accept  it  however.  It  wasn’t  something  that  he  talked  to  anyone  about,  not  even  Leia  or  Padmé,  but  the  research  he  had  been  doing  on  his  wife  had  kept  him  up  at  night.  It  was  like  it  was  the  only  thing  he  could  do  for  his  destroyed  world,  to  find  their  queen.  He  hadn’t  been  able  to  do  anything  to  help  their  planet,  blamed  himself  for  the  rebellion  and  the  eventual  loss,  but  he  needed  to  find  Breha.  

As  much  as  he  was  grieving  the  loss  of  the  planet,  if  he  knew  anything  about  his  wife,  he  knew  that  she  would  be  devastated  and  blaming  herself.  She  was  their  ruler,  their  monarch,  beloved  more  than  any.  He  didn’t  know  how  to  survive  without  her,  in  this  new  life  where  their  whole  world  was  gone,  their  people  dead  or  scattered  due  to  the  empire’s  cruelty,  and  their  daughter  grown  so  much  more  than  he  remembered  her,  five  years  old  and  sitting  on  his  lap.  His  latest  tip  has  taken  him  out  of  the  safety  of  his  office  on  Chandrilla.  It  was  hard  to  feel  like  he  belonged  there,  not  when  so  much  had  changed  and  the  worry  lines  on  his  friends  faces  had  grown  (  or  some  had  come  back  to  life.  )  His  eyes  are  surveying  the  busy  area  before  looking  down  at  his  pad.  The  holo  was  blurry,  and  he  couldn’t  tell  really  that  it  was  Breha,  just  a  small  woman.  Still,  it  was  the  only  lead  he’d  had  in  the  last  month.  He  stood  out  in  a  crowd,  almost  six  and  a  half  feet  tall,  which  made  looking  through  the  thick  masses  easier.  He  stood  almost  a  head  taller  than  many  in  the  market.  It  was  useless  though.  He’d  recognize  her  anywhere.  He  put  the  pad  back  in  the  pockets  of  his  travelling  cloak,  teeth  clenched  together.  

@alderaanqueen​​  

Peace and freedom was always something to celebrate, a thought she reminded herself for the third time since she had arrived on Chandrilla. Breha Organa tried her best to not stand out --- but it had only been a few weeks since she had awoken and found herself in a time and place that did not belong to her. She’d been forced to confront the horrible truths of what had happened to herself, her family... and her home. Truths that had rendered the Queen numb --- unable to find a moment of peace internally since.

Of course, there had been little time to focus on her grief --- as much as it felt like her heart was tearing itself into shreds with each passing seconds. There had been bigger issues with the liberation plans, and that’s what she had needed to focus on. Even without a kingdom --- Breha was still a queen to her core. Duty before thyself. That was the burden she always had to bear; no matter the personal pain it was one she was always willing to do !