Disclaimer: It's George's sandbox; I'm simply destroying the sandcastles - but the OCs mentioned within [Tana, Jarid, Layne, Gidden, Kalen, Scruffy, Jana, etc.] are mine.
Title: The Girl Who Would be Queen - The Diary of Layne Djo-Solo
Timeframe: Set during Homecoming and post Homecoming
Characters: Layne Djo-Solo
Summary: Layne's diary - the events of "Homecoming" through her eyes
Notes: Written for the first "Dear Diary" challenge on the TFN boards. Companion piece to Homecoming. These entries are short but there are 52 of them - one for each week of the year; as per the stipulation of the challenge.
The Girl Who Would be Queen - The Diary of Layne Djo-Solo
Entry 1 - Gidden's Return
Gidden returned home today.
Where to begin with the events of today? Do I start with the regular sessions mother and father insist I attend; the ones where I watch and mark those who do not speak their grievances because they do not trust Jedi? The ones who speak overly much for fear the Jedi will see or sense what they truly feel? Or perhaps I should tell of the simpering, fawning fops who grace the court daily in the hopes of winning the privilege of courting me?
I do not think I will begin in any of these places. I will simply begin with this.
Gidden returned home today.
He returned and, to everyone's shock but my own, handed me the title that should have been mine at birth. Chume'Da; heir to the Hapan throne. I do not begrudge my brother his former title. He did not choose it; he was assigned it by my misguided parents. For they were misguided. I love my brother, but Gidden has never desired to be the heir apparent to the Hapan throne. He has never desired the fame, nor the fortune; he has never desired the attention it has brought on him.
He has been away for many years. Years in which our correspondences have fairly rung with his desire for escape. Escape from the responsibilities and the notoriety. He has often written to me asking if I would like to step into the role, or if I would mind if he stepped back. He has asked my permission and received it.
The fact of the matter is simple. I know not how to be anything but the Chume'Da. For while Gidden may have held the title, I practiced it. I learned politics while my parents were teaching my siblings to fence. I learned etiquette and intrigue as my siblings learned to control their tempers. I often watched the holos of my mother's grandmother's personal diary on the circumstances that brought my mother to power, and while I find her insights intriguing, I do not trust them. I know too much of her history, including the assassination of my Grandfather's brother, to trust her.
I will not fail to respect her, though. Or, I should say, I did not fail to respect her. For Ta'a Chume has been dead for years. I was not surprised at her low profile burial, or that her death was not announced immediately. Mother is a shrewd politician; she knows that presenting the people with a fait-accomplit will be better accepted than presenting them with one that has no closure. For there was closure in the fact that Ta'a Chume had not been seen nor heard from and the public has been permitted access to her grave site.
I disagree with mother on this point, but her logic has proven sound. Few tears were shed for the old woman. And yet, in comparison, many tears were shed when Gidden took his leave to obtain his Jedi Knight rank. Women of all the houses cried, including our own. Tana in particular made a spectacle of herself.
I suppose I cannot blame her for not wanting him to leave, but now, after five years, will she relish his return? I hope that, if nothing else, that his presence will calm her reckless behavior. I feel compelled to reiterate that, with Gidden's return, I have been granted the title that was rightfully mine. It is almost unbelievable, despite the fact I was expecting it.
Now, perhaps, I can convince mother and father to marry Tana to Cyris to put an end to her wild ways once and for all. Hopefully before she brings more shame down upon our family.
We shall see.