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“Leia, we may have a problem”
He gave her a moment for a good eye-roll; the bags under their eyes matched just as well as the rings on their fingers.
Of course there was another problem- if they hadn’t sent out announcements already, she’d consider eloping. ‘The New Republic needs a celebration that isn’t a war victory’ Mon said. ‘You and General Solo have become the face of the transitioning rebellion, it will show that you continue to support the Alliance as it shifts roles’ Mon said. Lando’s offer to officiate on the flight over and have the whole thing done before they even landed on Coruscant sounded more and more appealing.
“Out with it.”
“Chewie spilled the beans to his family.”
“Since we just had to switch to a larger venue again, that shouldn't be a problem"
“Not that- well that too, but that’s not the problem”. He was dodging the question- and were his ears pink? What could have him flustered about Chewbacca’s family?
He had that look of regretting he'd brought something up, and weighing the odds of changing the subject without getting caught. She'd gotten well acquainted with it since his awkward transition from fighter to diplomat; he was too used to his trigger finger for reinforcement. How he had managed to survive smuggling for so long with such a thin poker face was beyond her- but she had also learned the craftiness of that tongue, in more ways than one. Staring him down and making him come to her was more effective than chasing the answer herself.
She counted off mentally- four, five-
“It’s caused a scandal that you haven’t been formally introduced.”
“Formally introduced.” Because there was a universe in which that made sense. Did wookies even have formal introductions?
“They’re willing to forgive that if you present yourself for approval”
“Approval? To marry you? Why would they have anything to do with who you marry?”
He rubbed at his nape, mussing his hair. He was trying for endearing, which could only spell trouble.
“You know about the life debt Chewie gave me when I saved him.”
“Right”
“Well, it means I’m kind of his adoptive brother. And he’s heir to a chief, so there are… implications.”
Okay, maybe there wasn’t a universe in which that made sense.
“Han, are you telling me that, despite the lack of either a kingdom or a crown, I have still managed to end up in a political marriage. To an honorary wookie.”