Fifteen years.
Over Fifteen years since that fateful meeting on New Cov. She had been struggling to adjust to a galaxy that had moved on without her, her time in stasis leaving her unmoored and uncertain. He had been... different. A quiet, steady presence amidst the storm of her emotions, offering kindness when she hadn't even known she needed it. Their bond had been unspoken at first, a connection that grew stronger with every encounter. He had seen her when she felt invisible, and that alone had meant everything.
A Dyad.
But it hadn't all been easy. The memory of his fall to the Dark Side was a shadow she could never fully erase. She had been carrying their first child, Vera, when it happened. He had allowed darkness to claim him to confront his father, and for a time, she believed she had lost him forever. Those months had been some of the loneliest of her life, her grief compounded by the weight of impending motherhood. And yet, he had returned — just in time. His redemption, his fight to come back to her and to their unborn daughter, was a testament to the man he truly was.
Even then, their story wasn't free of hardship. For years, she had believed him dead, the pain of that loss a constant ache in her chest. It was Vera — curious, bright Vera — who had unknowingly paved the way for his return when she saw him in one of her visions. She had found him and brought him home, but the scars of those days and nights alone would forever haunt her.
Fifteen years. Fifteen years of love, of pain, of joy so immense it often overwhelmed her. Their lives had been far from simple. They had faced dangers, raised children, and navigated the complexities of being Jedi in a galaxy that rarely allowed for peace. And yet, through all of it, he had been her constant. Her partner. Her home.
Valery turned from the window, a small, wistful smile tugging at her lips. She couldn't imagine a life without him now. The thought was as foreign to her as a galaxy without stars. He had been her anchor, her light, and the reason she had come to believe in second chances. Every moment with him, no matter how chaotic or challenging, had been worth it.
Fifteen years of being married.
She couldn't let this milestone pass without doing something special. He deserved more than just words or gestures — he deserved to know how deeply she loved him, how much he had changed her life for the better. Her mind began to swirl with ideas, plans forming like the first spark of a flame. It had to be perfect. For him. For them.
Because fifteen years ago, he had turned her world upside down — and she wouldn't have it any other way.
