TheBridge

She was painfully beautiful, he thought. It was not often she wore dresses given her diplomatic work and the demanding nature of all the burdens she bore so well. But as she glided around the dance floor in Solo’s arms—the smuggler visibly counting steps under his breath—-she was angelic.

He was grateful to be here at all. Most people did not know who he was, as he had chosen to dress in a simple, unmarked Imperial uniform. There was an even mix of Republic and Imperial uniform amongst the guests which indicated those who served on the Lady as distinct from those stationed elsewhere.

He sipped at his champagne and watched as Piett approached the bride and groom to tap Solo’s shoulder politely. The man surrendered Leia willingly, and the Admiral swept her off with more grace.

And how could Anakin not consider that it should be him out there, holding his daughter in his arms on her wedding day?

She tried to appear very calm and casual as she waited near the appropriate gate, and given her occupation, she knew she was succeeding even if she felt trembly and breathless inside.

There.

No mistaking the way he held his shoulders. So very militarily correct, but not stiff. He managed to move with elegance as he strode down the spiral walkway from the numerous lifts, small bag in hand.

The moment he spotted her, the small smile she adored crept slowly over his features and he hurried his pace. She moved to meet him and didn’t care about the thousands of people milling past them.

They were just two people in a crowd, and thus could be their true selves.

His kiss was gentle, but he held her close to him for long moments and dropped his face to her shoulder with a happy sigh as she laughed and gripped his back firmly.

“You realize,” he said, sliding an arm around her waist as they strolled at a leisurely pace toward the exit, “that this time we do not have to part.”

Her entire being was suffused with light. She hoped she wasn’t actively glowing.

Lieutenant Firmus Piett and his bride, Sola Naberrie, on their wedding day.

A little illustration that will join a yet unpublished fic.

This is what I envision for Piett’s Axxilan dress uniform. Any resemblance to the RCMP uniform is absolutely deliberate 😉

Sola’s dress——well. You’ll have to read the fic to understand what she’s wearing. Let’s just say Padme approves

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35903515/chapters/91446313

Everyone gatheres for the happy day and an old friend of Myra’s arrives….

Max and Myra on their wedding day. I like to think this is the holo Max keeps on his desk in my Empire Reimagined au after Firmus urges him to do so. He couldn’t bear to look at it for a long time, but healing is happening and so now it sits in a place of honor.

Of course, this is mostly for an upcoming scene in my current story so…. 😉

Here they are. He’s so very smitten with her and I love these two