[She'll accept this counteroffer, and even the your worshipfulness with only a roll of her eyes. Gathering up the rest of Han's clothes, she leads the way out into the corridor once more.
Her room is as she remembers it: smaller than her parents' but still rather large, equally sun-drenched and trimmed in white. (Alderaanian princesses have a colour.) The broad bed, the desk in front of a window out onto the city of Aldera and the plains beyond it, the shelf of holos of her childhood, even the little keepsake box in the corner--it's all as it should be.
She stops short on the threshold, almost afraid to walk in further and disturb the room. But then she squares her shoulders and strides in with purpose. If anything in this world is hers, it's this space. er presence isn't a disturbance.]
Let's see what we have. [More to say something than any other purpose, as she walks toward her own wardrobe.]
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Her room is as she remembers it: smaller than her parents' but still rather large, equally sun-drenched and trimmed in white. (Alderaanian princesses have a colour.) The broad bed, the desk in front of a window out onto the city of Aldera and the plains beyond it, the shelf of holos of her childhood, even the little keepsake box in the corner--it's all as it should be.
She stops short on the threshold, almost afraid to walk in further and disturb the room. But then she squares her shoulders and strides in with purpose. If anything in this world is hers, it's this space. er presence isn't a disturbance.]
Let's see what we have. [More to say something than any other purpose, as she walks toward her own wardrobe.]