Galen Marek // Leia Organa
The life Leia had led meant more often than not she was dressed in finery, attending galas and events. She was used to such efforts in presentation being merely how it was done, perhaps for her it took a little more for her to see there was anything special about it. Most times she was met with compliments, flattery and kind words - much of which Leia either saw through, or grew tired of, even if her replies were polite and gracious. Mostly she’d felt she was seen as a overdressed doll, or nothing more than a child of royalty incapable of little else than being a pretty face - a scathing ‘compliment that had been made the very first time she’d met Palpatine face to face as a senator in her own right.
But there was something about how earnest Galen was in his words, that seemed to make her stomach twist; that wasn’t guilt was it? Was it only sinking in now that perhaps her acceptance had been much too cavalier? No. She cared, and she was pleased to be here.
Leia smiled through whatever it was she was making an effort to internally dismiss, finding ease again. “Thank you. I appreciated your invitation.” she assured warmly, part of her efforts to prepare were to honor that. "And you. You look very handsome." Galen had only grown since his arrival in Starklandia, and he was working toward something more than the way he’d been raised; this was a part of that. For that reason her words weren’t hollow, but admiring, a truth.
She did take his arm and once they’d gone in and taken their seats, Leia looked around, as it was a remarkable setting. The climate control was practically heavenly at this stage, for the heat they’d suffered through. “This wouldn’t be out of place back home, you know?” Leia noted with curiosity and approval, the decor lavish and modern. “How much of this city have you explored?”