#onehell

It had been over a year without him. She still thought about him, the wound was still open. After Poe’s disappearance, and that’s all she could bare to call it, Visenya travelled home, to Naboo. She threw herself in to her Queenly duties. Unable to stop thinking unless she wanted to break down.

When she returned home she refused to take anything of Poes, she didn't want reminders or trinkets or silly little things to remind her. She didn’t need reminding. Even then some things reminded her of him, a BB droid came rolling through the hall one day and it stopped her in her tracks. A man in an orange jumpsuit that looked remarkably alike to her pilot from behind. It had taken her a full year to mask the shock and pain that followed while she was out in public.

She continued to support the Resistance, and Leia Organa, who she had sworn her allegiance too as her fore-barers did years before. The Rebel base however, was too painful to think about or travel to.

Why now was she being told he was here... He was gone, he disappeared in to the void of space... Shot down. Still she couldn't help but practically run to the sitting room where the man was being kept until she got there, and there he was. Sat. Waiting for her.

“Get out.” She snapped, everybody, upon seeing the Queen’s expression, practically fled the room.