Lover
{ send me a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it - Lover }
It was almost like a game.
Years had passed since she had taken up the crown. Years. Yet the courtiers that surrounded her daily still couldn’t manage to figure out that not a single one of them had actually slept with the Queen Mother.
They each knew full well that they themselves hadn’t, but that didn’t mean they told the truth to the others about it. According to the suitors, Tenel Ka Djo had slept with all of them at least once. She heard tales from some of her handmaidens of what she had apparently done with each of them, every story usually more disgusting than the one before.
It was laughable, really. The heights that each man would reach with their lies and tales of their intimate times with the Queen Mother of Hapes. All the while, when asked by other suitors about the claims of one or another, she would just shrug nonchalantly and go about her business, leaving the group in even more of a confused panic.
Did Droekle really get her to agree to that?! Did Trisdan really manage to spend hours with her in the soaking pool of the royal chambers refresher?!
No. Never.
None of them bothered to tell these extraordinary lies to the man who occasionally dropped by to visit his old friend, Tenel Ka.
And that was because each and every one of them suspected that that man, Jacen Solo, had actually been in the royal bedchambers, in the bed, between the sheets with her. They also suspected that being a dreadful Jedi meant he could sniff around and pick up their lies outright.
They were right regarding both of those worries.
At least they were right about something.