Private I Hope

[Alicio Organa]

Aldera, Alderaan
Royal Palace, Office of the King
- Lady Sylvia Organa -
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There was another Organa.

The Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance paced around his Alderaanian office, smart boots clicking as they passed over hardwood, and producing dull thuds as his path took him over sparse blue carpets. His winding journey around the room didn't seem to have any rhyme or reason to it, dictated by some frantic logic hidden behind cobalt-grey eyes, tracing around his heavy desk, the cozy heater in the corner, the portable burner and simmering tea kettle.

Alicio generally enjoyed keeping himself busy, he always needed to feel like he was moving forward, but this time, his work had kept him from rushing to Alderaan to meet Sylvia. If he were stuck doing anything else, he would've dropped it immediately... but the Alliance now rested on his shoulders, and he couldn't afford to cut corners, or do things sloppily. So he was only able to return home after Lady Organa was already Senator Organa.

He wondered briefly if this was how Faith felt, when she'd first met him. For years he'd addressed the galaxy, multiple times he'd crossed weapons with Sith... but somehow, the bundle of nerves felt sharper than all those combined. What would she be like? Would she be ecstatic, like him? Indifferent? Angry with him? Cautious?

What sort of hello should he give? A handshake? Was a hug too much? Should he do a crisp nod?

Who was she?

All he could do was wait for her to walk through those doors, escorted through the Royal Palace by his attendants. And figure that out for himself.

 

[Lady Sylvia Organa]

Wishing On Stars

Outfit: Dress
Weapons: Minor self defense weapons

Sylvia probably shouldn't have been near as nervous in this moment as she honestly felt. The last time she had been at the palace of Alderaan had been long before she had the ability to hold onto memories. Barely two years old when she'd been wisked away into the care of close friends of her mother whom she couldn't even remember outside of what had been told to her, the heads of House Dominis. Though they weren't family by blood, she still referred to them as Uncle Elis and Aunt Cecilia, given all they had done for her the majority of her life. She couldn't have asked for better in the situation she had been in. Ever the optimist she was, she tended to view life from a lens of beauty and wonder even in her early years.

She still couldn't help the guilt that crept into her mind. Nos Voros had tried to assure her that it wasn't her fault. She'd spent so long having to protect herself just to be able to do all the work she had done in the charities and volunteer work she'd devoted her life to. He'd even reminded her that he likely wouldn't be here today without that. She still ran a halfway house for distressed young people, most of whom were refugees, former slaves, and the abused, along with organizing hunger programs and her new duties with the Galactic Alliance Senate.

Yet, she couldn't help but think that she had done Alicio wrong staying away for so long. She's seen him speak before. She'd even voted for him a couple of times, but reminded in the background, letting her own work speak for itself. She wondered if he'd hate her for it. He'd have every right to since she had been so close all this time and never announced herself.

So there she was, being escorted through the halls of a building she only wished she had memory of by guards and passing by paintings of others who looked just like her in one way or another, her icy blue eyes flitting back and fourth with dozens of worrying emotions. She didn't get much of a chance to collect herself at the doors to the hall, the guards moving in without hesitation

"Senator Organa to see you, Chancellor," one announced before leaving her in the room with the large, beautiful doors closing behind her.

She was caught staring at him for longer than she intended. If not for the darker eyes and hair he had, it could have been like looking in a mirror up close for the first time. Instantly, the guilt punched her in the face. She bowed low, being as respectful as she possibly could.

"Chancellor Alicio Organa, I greatly appreciate your willingness to meet with me today. I know your time is precious, and please do let me know if there is anything I can do to help with that burden," her voice held a melodic smoothness to it, one that couldn't quite hide both her worry and her hope. She'd always wore her heart on her sleeve, and now was no exception.

Alicio Organa​