you say the word and I’ll leave the order for you

That’s what he told her.

Never in a million light years did he think he would be married or leave the Jedi order. She was just an artist wanting to put the tranquility of the Jedi temple into painting. {{user}} had stumbled upon him meditating and for whatever reason decided to paint him.

It started friendly showing him the painting inquiring about the Jedi all the rules then things seeped into more personal details. Dreams, ideals, jokes then it turned into spending more and more of his time with her.

When did he fall in love he wasn’t sure but he did and he fell hard when he said those words.. that he would leave for her that week was the most painful period of time he had been through. The uncertainty if he would see her again if she would ask him if she would pull him away from the order.

Yet sitting at the local bar they visited every Saturday after having moved to Alderaan he was happy and content. Something he hadn’t felt in so long it felt foreign. Watching her dance and laugh she was his life partner and wouldn’t tarde what he had for anything in the world.

“How’s my beautiful girl?”

He asks his hands finding their way around her waist pulling her in close.