Breha, Queen of Alderaan

Favorite thing? Just one? ( It’s impossible to name just one favorite thing about Bail as a father. ) Just thinking about him with Leia and Winter makes her smile. 

She loves the way he has always been so protective. The way that he’d insisted the High Council all speak in whispers when Leia had been napping. The way he’d held her tiny hands when she had climbed up on the short stone walls in the gardens and wanted to toddle along on top of them. The way he had gone to Winter’s nursery after Sheltay’s death and brought her home, shielding her with his cloak from the insensitive gaze of curious reporters. The way he had held onto Winter’s hand with one of his as she’d learned to walk, cradling Leia in his other arm. The way he’d lift either girl up into their sleep couch after a nightmare and tuck them snuggly in between him and Breha. The way he’d dutifully stoop to the ground and check for frightening things beneath the girls’ sleep couches, and inside their closets, always giving a very sincere promise that it was safe.

She loves the way he loves their girls. The way she’d so often woken in the night to find him with Leia or Winter when they were babies, just watching them sleep peacefully, as though guarding them all the dangers of the galaxy, and memorizing the sleepy pattern of their breath. The way she had seen the glisten of tears in his eyes the first time Leia spoke his name. The way he’d embraced Winter tightly and kissed the top of her head the first time she’d asked if he thought her mother would be proud of her. ( The catch in his voice as he’d told her that he knew Sheltay would be very, very proud of her. ) The way he’s so patient when teaching them everything they need to know to grow up strong, wise, and independent. The way his smile changes when he looks at them. The tremor of pride in his voice any time he speaks about them…