Jaina's room- The Arms Hotel- Sunday morning

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Jaina saw in a chair in front of the window, gazing out pensively at nothing. She was getting married today, even if that was mostly a secret. It wasn't even that it was her first wedding. This might be the first one that ever ended in a marriage, though.

It had to! If she didn't marry Howard and end up in his will, how was she supposed to kill him and stop him from trying to crush the entire Skywalker empire while simultaneously taking hold of his fortune?

And yet...

No, she couldn't have second thoughts! She couldn't let the fact that Howard loved her derail her plan! She's blame a crisis of conscience but you needed a conscience to have a crisis of it. Even if Charles was back and didn't want her marrying someone less cute than him. Oh, she had so many thoughts!

She was interrupted from her reverie by a knock at the door. Jaina stood, pulled on the little matching robe over her red silk chemise, and went to answer it.


[I am heading to bed, but I had to post this. Obviously someone's at the door. It should be you. Yes, you. And I will answer when I wake up! Go ping.]

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"Then everything's settled," Lucrezia said brightly. "I look forward to creating an alliance between our families, for the common good."

If Anakin proved reluctant, Jaina could always sell him out. Lucrezia was increasingly tempted to do that with her father, but was waiting for Sweeps Week to actually put those plans in motion.

"It has been a pleasure," she said, offering Jaina her hand.

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"It has," Jaina said, shaking her hand. "I'll be in touch."