“All right,” she said at last, bringing those luminous eyes back to bear on him. “All right, I’m done playing his games his way. I have a proposal, Captain Piett.”
She usually just referred to him as ‘Captain’. Maybe this was a little more progress.
“I’m listening,” he replied with a small smile.
“I think we rub this in his face. I think we take what he intended to humiliate and hurt us both, and make him eat it.”
He blinked a little, but this was a side of her he hadn’t seen before and he was enjoying it. The strategist. The secret warrior. There had been rumors that she was Queen Amidala’s eyes and ears. He could see that now.
“How so?” he asked.
“We play the happy couple,” the Princess said, leaning forward a bit, a wicked smile on her lips. “We pretend that actually we fell in love and couldn’t be more delighted about this. No karks to give. I’ll even pretend to enjoy wearing that hideous dress.”
He laughed. He couldn’t help it. A bold plan indeed and one that would send the King’s blood pressure through the roof. A dangerous thing to do, but as he himself had organized this marriage, he had only himself to blame.
“All right,” he returned. “I can do that.”