Leia's new fate

Leia sat in her new quarters inside the Star Jewel, Jabba's Ship. She was sobbing, she had returned to the club in time to stop the new feed from displaying her shame. She wasn't sure how much people had seen, but it was enough for them to recognize her. She couldn't let the republic see their Senator, their heroine be degraded.

Jabba had let her choose her "fate" to the public for now. Instead of being pronounced dead, she had been lost on a mission. Holonet news reported it all, and thanks to Jabba's peole, none knew the wiser. This would at least give her hubsand Han Solo hope, and maybe he'd find the truth and come for her.

Her "husband" she shook her head. How did she ever believe she could be happy with Han after all that occured...with...with...HIM....and now he was still alive and had her. She rubbed her arm, where once was the Desjillic tattoo of two anchors denoting her place as a property of the clan, was now a brand, ensuring it would never be erased. She sighed, this brand didn't just signify her as property, it made her a part of the family of Hutts. She knew she wasn't just Jabba's prize, she was more. Hence the name Pagona Kwee Kunee, what his people now called her..."Tart Queen". Jabba had promised to remove the "tart" portion if she complied in time. It made her shiver.

She sat and applied make-up, as a **** came up to hand her an outfit. The garb was a dress, rather stunning for Jabba's taste. It sparkled in the light. "Mesh'la Kunee, this is for you!" The **** stated.

Leia nodded, "Thank you," she answered, knowing that Mesh'la meant beautiful. The young woman adorned herself in the tight dress, and strapped on matching heels.

Bib Fortuna entered and stated, "The Master wishes you to join him for dinner Pago..."

Leia had already had enough of being called tart. "Address me as "Mesh'la" she chided Jabba's servant.

"Yes...yes," Bib bowed, "Yes Mesh'la".

As Leia followed she sighed, wondering as to her fate. But had she always known her fate. She was imbued with the ****. Part of her sensed Jabba was never dead. And even as she slept next to Han, she would dream of the future nightly. A future she never uttered to Han nor Luke nor anyone. Not as Leia Organa rebel leader, nor as Leia Organa-Solo wife of Han, but as Leia Desilijic Tiure...Queen of the Hutt Empire. Was this truly to be her fate? Why had she craved the power in the dreams, and not just the power, but the debauchery of her "husband" Jabba. She would wake each morning with the sheets soaked, feigning embarrassment to Han of medical issues. And what of the huttlings that she saw in these dreams. Huttlings she nursed as her own.

She shook off these images and walked through the ship.