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Breha was afraid.
The royal couple of Alderaan has received word that the Dark Lord himself was about to land on their planet. They had tried to send the infant offworld with Raymus Antilles, a young and promising pilot. But the odds seemed to be stacked up against them today. Darth Vader has ordered a naval blockade of all ships in and out of Alderaan. Breha could only wonder what would happen next. She smiled wearily at the Princess, whose wispy brown hairs were brushing against her arm. This child, as they have learnt well in the last few weeks, was nothing like her father. Her eyes sparkled with a passionate fire. They looked upon her with hope. She was their last hope, their only hope.
And now, as Darth Vader's fleet got closer and closer, that hope was about to be destroyed. They would never allow that. No, Breha would rather hold on to this precious ray of light than her life. Leia Organa would grow up to be a leader in the Rebellion. She could even become a Jedi Knight. And together, they can overthrow the dictatorship and restore freedom to the galaxy.
So much expectations for a youngling. One that wasn't even three weeks old. The child stirred in her sleep, clenching her tiny fists.
The door burst open.
"Breha, run. Take Leia with you and run, now. Now!"
Breha's eyes grew wide as Darth Vader's menacing form emerged from the shadowed hallways. Too late.
A stormtrooper approached the couple. "Bail Organa, Breha Organa, you are under arrest for suspected treason against our Great Empire."
Good... it isn't about the child. Thank goodness, Leia was born with good shielding powers.
Another trooper marched forwards and snatched the sleeping girl out of the Queen's arms. "Milord, what shall we do with this child?"
Darth Vader stared at the child in disdain. Leia has begun to cry, for stormtroopers were hardly known for their gentleness.
"Kill her."
Bail and Breha immediately began to struggle, their mouths gagged. Underneath his mask, Darth Vader smirked. His own daughter died so tragically, so why should theirs live?
And that was when he saw those eyes. He knew those eyes. Her eyes.
The stormtrooper had begun to walk out of the door. "AN-931, belay that order. Give me that child."
As Breha was being roughly dragged away, she looked back at Leia. Darth Vader was cradling her gently in his arms. She must be hallucinating.