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The Sensorium was (once again, for this particular occupant) reflecting the glowing opulence of an upper level in the Imperial Palace.

Mara Jade Skywalker's hair was swept up off the base of her neck and she wore a very flowy, light green dress as she leaned against a balcony railing, watching imaginary traffic sweep past her. Above, below, across, the speeders were just flashes of light.

Every so often, a servant or some nameless Imperial would wander by and she would tense, idly worried that her subconscious would prompt Stacy to bring in someone less savory. Like her former Master.

For now, though, it was just traffic and night air.

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"Hey, yourself." He came closer, taking her hand and folding it up in his and leaning on the railing beside her. "So this is what it was like," he said.

"A happy memory's version." Mara lifted his hand to her lips to press a kiss against his fingers. "I had some of those -- happy memories. I'm paranoid that Palpatine's going to walk through at any moment though."

He leaned over to return with a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "I could only ever saw this place through the eyes of a Rebel," Luke said when he pulled back.

"It would make me paranoid, too. When we took Coruscant, I argued against setting up government in this place. It felt too much like... him. It wasn't the same feeling I'd had when I got to his throne room on Death Star. This was more pervasive, like evil had crept into every nook and cranny and made a nest, and didn't want to be eradicated."

"I honestly believe that to be true." Mara murmured. "His evil lingers and even in a fake environment, I can still feel it."

"Me too. Though maybe he's just upset that I'm not dressed right for the party." Luke spread the arm not pressed up to Mara's shoulder. "I don't think Jediwear would have gone over well at Court."

"Oh, maybe at a costume party." Mara smirked, eyebrows raised. "But otherwise, not at all."

"Yeah, these robes are more of a morning look than an evening look," Luke said idly. "But if this is what you wore to parties here, I'm sure nobody was able to outshine you." His expression softened, as it always did when he thought about how lucky he was to have married Mara. "You're so beautiful."

Mara pursed her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him quickly -- and then again, a little longer this time. "You already married me," She murmured against his mouth.

"You don't have to say such sweet things."

"I like to. Just to see you smile at me." Luke put his hand on her waist and shifted his grip on the one he held, so that he could twirl her in a couple dance steps. He'd never been very good at it, but he'd had to be at least passable for their wedding, and still remembered the instruction.

"Besides, I love you. As a good husband, I think I'd be in trouble if I didn't compliment my beautiful wife."

She smiled at his dance steps, all teeth and soft laughter. "You are...a good husband. A wonderful one."

Leaning forward, she drew her lips across his cheek, his lips. "A perfect one."

Luke blushed, wrapping one arm more closely around her and resting his chin on top of her hair--carefully so he didn't muss the style too much. Their clasped hands he folded up against his chest. Bliss.

"I'm hardly perfect," he replied. "In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm not."

"Your father seems to think so." She murmured, squeezing his hand and burying a smile against his chest. "Of course he may not be the model to follow."

"If you start ranting about how you spilled oceans of blood to preserve my life..." Luke smiled and kissed the top of her head. "Really, I'm glad he's happy Leia and I got elected onto the Council, but the way he went about it..."

She giggled silently into his chest, her shoulders shaking at Vader's antics. "I'm happy you did too. But considering your father, just be glad he didn't spill more oceans of blood in celebration."

"Luckily, I think if Stacy didn't stop him first one of us will." Luke sighed, ruffling her hair. "I'm most glad you and Ben and I are back together, though. Maybe seeing that we can all be a family will help get my father back toward something more..."

He searched for a good word for a moment, nuzzling Mara's hair absently. "...stable."

She reached above her and patted her hair back down after he ruffled it, nodding. "Hopefully. If not, we stuff him full of crazy pills."

"Somehow the image of Darth Vader on drugs is one I'm not too keen on seeing anytime soon." Luke smiled and leaned down, kissing his wife gently. "But right now, I'd rather have a tour of the palace from my lovely Mara."

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