Queen of Naboo

"My hands are yours for as long as you need them. I was only waiting for you to ask.”
- Sabé

Three years ago...
Inara stepped sheepishly through the rubble as she repeated her mother’s instructions in her head: “Go to the market, ask for supplies, then come straight home.”
Home. Her bottom lip trembled every time she thought of it. It lay partially in ruins, much like the desecrated street she was walking along. But worse than a broken home was a broken family. Her father…
She chewed her lip hard to bite back the pain.
‘Berenkos do not cry,’ Mother said with hypocritical tears streaking her cheeks.
Inara nodded to herself. She had a job to do - a big one - and she couldn’t let her family down. Her oldest brother was away during the disaster, but he’d come back home as soon as he heard the news. Her middle brother, Omar, was away from the Berenko estate, somewhere in the city. He didn’t speak of how he survived the early hours of the night, and Inara was too fearful to ask.
All she knew was that they were together now, in Theed. Each of them doing their part to keep the family safe and fed.
Inara rounded the next corner, stepping off the main street and into a courtyard that had been set up for civilian relief. Supplies from the less impacted areas of Naboo were being flown in every few hours, but people were desperate; Young Inara had gotten here early, before the next transport, in hopes of getting a better choice of supplies.
She looked with intelligent eyes at the stands and tables, unsure of where to start or what exactly to grab.


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