Chapter Text
The first time Jango meets his wife is at their ceremony.
She's beautiful, he supposes, small and delicate, with moonlight pale skin, azure eyes and long coppery auburn waves of hair.
But in all honesty, he doesn’t really care.
He isn’t marrying her for her looks, but for the Republic’s support. That she’s pretty is a bonus.
The ceremony isn't anything much, merely exchanging the riduurok (so it's legal by Mandalorian standards) and signing a document (so it's legal by Republic standards), everything very brusque and businesslike.
Perhaps there should be a reception, but honestly Jango doesn't care. Obi-Wan Kenobi, now Fett, doesn't seem to care either. Interesting. He thought all women wanted a big, elaborate wedding with an expensive dress that drowned them in layers of tulle and lace.
But his new riduur didn't make any requests during the arrangements, and seemed perfectly fine leaving Coruscanta as soon as possible after the wedding. She didn't even wear a dress, only her plain Jetii robes. Though it wasn't like he could talk, seeing as he was wearing his beskar'gam.
The Mando'ade are used to being on the move, and they are ready to leave within an hour of the ceremony, taking Jango's new riduur with them.
"Is there anyone you wish to say goodbye to?"
Her back is very straight as she stands beside him, hardly looking at him. "I have already made my farewells Mand'alor. Thank you for your concern."
They go to walk up the gangplank to leave, but a shriek halts them.
"Obi! Obi!” It’s a little boy with blond hair, his eyes wide and scared.
For the first time, Jango sees his new riduur show an emotion other than calm acceptance.
All the blood leaves her face, and she gasps, as though she cannot breathe. She looks afraid.
”Ani!” She drops to her knees and flings her arms around the child. “How did you get out? No, no time, Ani love, you have to go back.” Then she says something in a strange language that...echoes, not physically, but somehow in some strange medium Jango is barely aware of.
The little boy shakes his head and clings to her, chanting something in that strange language. “I won’t let you go!” He yells in Basic. “They can’t take you! They can’t take you too!”
“Ani, Ani, cahshee. You have to let me go.”
He sniffs, and tears spring to his eyes.
”No. Please Obi.”
”Ani, Ani dearest look at me.”
Blue eyes meet blue, and the little boy looks away.
“Metiv. I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”
She smiles and tugs at a little braid dangling from behind his right ear. “Tonbrei enoah foh midaial ru enoah dai mifoh’al. I will not be alone, Ani sweetheart. I will be here, and so will our rahkadai. No matter what.”
”No matter what. Eno Dai veshah keelel mellu im tamah foh veshah keelel, Benun.”
”And with you dearest. Tell...tell them...I love them.”
The child ran off, and Obi-Wan stood straight, walking back up to where Jango stood. She smiled, and it was a very pretty smile, but it was empty. “Shall we go now, Mand’alor?”
”Who was that?”
She hesitated. “My youngest brother.”
And he could get nothing more out of her on her family for the rest of the trip.