A servant from the kitchens come to my chambers. "All is ready, Lady Varilla."

"Thank you." I take a deep breath, and Damo flashes me a steadying smile. I smile back. I stand and walk toward the Throne Room, Damo trailing me as my attendant. We enter the Privy Chamber adjoining the Throne, and I start to pace the small room. Many thoughts run round my head, but they are lead by a bit of sorrow for Han. While I know I must return to my husband, I wish he didn't have to get hurt by it. I also wish he hadn't left as quickly as he had...I could use another friendly face when meeting the man who was my husband all those years ago.

"Sit," my servant orders me. "Pacing won't help. Here, drink this. This will help!" She pours me a glass of wine from a decanter, then stands over me like a mother hen until I sip from it a couple times.

She's right, the alcohol does help!