Princess Kijani dreamed. She was 6 and walking in the hydroponic gardens with her father, Senator Bail Organa. He was tall, and smart, and strong, everything a small child admires in her father. The people loved their Queen Breha and him as well, and were overjoyed at the birth of their daughter. “Papa?” Kijani looked away from where she was examining the multitude of stars out the window. “Yes, Kijani?” Bail smiled down warmly. “How many stars are there?” “Billions and billions, Kijani.” Kijani stared upward, her wide golden eyes glittering. “Can we visit them all, Papa?” Bail laughed. “No, my little Sun. I don’t think that is possible.” “Awww...” The child pouted. “But I want to meet everyone, all the people on all the planets, and I want to be friends with them!” Bail laughed again, but this time knelt to the girl’s level and looked to her carefully. “Kijani, there is an important lesson you must learn, and I think you’re about old enough to start learning it now.” “Okay, Papa.” He looked her in the eyes. “Kijani, not everyone is going to want to be friends with you, no matter how kind you are. And I know you are a very good and kind girl.” “...why not?” The very thought seemed to hurt her feelings. “Because, that is how some people are. You can be the prettiest blossom in the garden, but some people still won’t like flowers. But even to those who don’t like you, you must be kind, and keep your head up high. That’s called diplomacy, little Sun.” “Oh. I get it.” Kijani wrinkled her nose. “I think.” “We’ll work on it.” - In the present, Kijani stirred and opened her eyes. “Nngh. My head.” The sun was down, and the room was dark and unfamiliar. Her head spun as she tried to get up, but she forced herself to a sitting position. The cloth covering her was rough and looked handspun. “Hello?! Where am I?” What if whoever rescued her was allied with the Empire? She could be in real trouble here. And where was R-2? Empire loyalists wouldn’t tuck her into bed, would they? Wouldn’t they? “Hello, is anyone there?”