When he first saw her, he had been frozen in place by her eyes, kind and gentle. And the most beautiful blue he had ever seen.
She moved silently, quickly...efficiently through her duties which he admired. So she didn't like to dawdle...good.
"Do you require anything else, my Manda'lor?"
Her voice was like honey, sweet and smooth with a breathless quality to it. It sent a shiver down his spine.
He floundered, not sure what to say so he just uttered the first thing that came to his mind.
"No, thank you."
She looked at him in shock before her face spread into a soft smile. She ducked her head down, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"You are welcome, my Manda'lor."
He was struck speechless at that smile, holding his breath and hoping she would speak more.
But then she curtseyed and was gone and he was left with the strangest feeling gripping his chest.
He had to see her again.
The next day he got his wish, as she swept into the room like a sweet breeze, carrying his food. He quickly moves, grabbing the tray and she gasps.
"I'm sorry to have startled you. The tray looked heavy."
"Its not that bad. I've carried much heavier before, my Manda'lor."
He shakes his head, "that's not good. From now on if it's too heavy, ask for help."
"O-okay."
He plucks the tray free from her hands and sets it on the table.
"Now, what's the dinner today?"
She smiles brightly and he blanks for a moment until she's waving a hand in front of his face.
"Manda'lor, are you alright?"
He snaps out of it, clearing his throat. "It sounds wonderful. Thank you..."
He runs the back of his neck, "umm, I don't believe I got your name."
"Annrya, sir."
"Annrya." It was a simple name but seemed to fit her. Although she was far from simple.
"Thank you, Annrya, for bringing my meal."
She smiled brightly, once again ducking her eyes down to the floor.
He wanted to reach out and lift her face up. He wanted to see that smile more clearly.
"Your welcome, my Manda'lor."
The food seemed to taste even better that evening.
Then it was another four days until he saw her again and he was curt and snappish to the other servers, almost refusing to eat.
Both Fett and Fennec noticed something was up and they decided to keep an extra eye on him.
That next day in court, Din is sitting there on his throne, bored of the political nonsense that was spewing from the old politician standing in front of him. He was about ready to say something when a tray entered his vision.
"Are you alright, my Manda'lor?"
He froze, a shiver down his spine and he turned to her.
"Annrya."
She smiles softly, curtseying to him. "I'd offer you a drink but I think you'd throw it at him. Or perhaps the whole tray?"
He laughs at that, leaning close to her as for the first time in four days he relaxed.
"It would definitely liven things up, thats for sure."
Fennec noticed how much more at ease he was around the young woman and rolled her eyes. She elbowed Fett, directing his attention to the two.
"So at least we now know why he's been such an ass lately. She's a pretty little thing."
Boba looked over and when he noticed the serving girl and how the kid was leaning towards her, he shook his head.
He chuckled to himself. So this was the reason he was nearly biting everyone's head off?
He agreed with Fennec, his eyes tracing down her lithe frame. She was pretty. Just the right amount of curves to draw any man's eye, including his own.
He watched how she ducked her head, smiling up at Din shyly and shook his head.
Oh, the kid was in trouble.
He needed to get that out of his system and fast or his focus would continue to suffer and everyone with him.
Din could care less what was going on around him, half paying attention to the old goats bleating at him in favor of Annrya.
Oh she was a hundred times better sight than any of those politicians.
"Well, I shouldn't interrupt you any further, Manda'lor. I have drinks to serve."
He internally panicked a moment, he didn't want her to leave.
"Are you...will you be bringing my dinner tomorrow night?"
She stills, looking up at him with an odd look before a smile breaks free and his heart stutters. "If you want me to."
'I'd always enjoy seeing you, mesh'la.'
"You are always so efficient in your task. The others tend to be too slow."
Annrya bites her lip and he very nearly groans, wanting very much to bite that lip himself.
He stills in shock at his reaction, tilting his helmet at her, eyes tracing over her figure behind the visor. How did this happen?
How in the short span of only a week did he find himself so attracted to this woman? He had to find out more about her.
/ - / - / - /
Fett chuckles, "So, what's with the pretty little server? The one that you were practically drooling over?"
He groans, dropping his head into his hands. "Her name is Annrya. Find out as much as you can about her. Her likes, dislikes, even her favorite pastimes. I'd do it myself but I can't escape this damn palace long enough to."
Fennec snorts, "She brings your food to you every night right?"
"Yes."
"Why don't you just turn her into dessert and get it out of your system?"
Boba chuckles, "I agree. If she's got you this worked up just fuck her and get it done and over with."
"I-" He paused, they had a good idea and the more he thought about it, the more he agreed with them.
But it would be done his way.
He shook his head, "Fennec, I want you to find out what her favorite foods are. And you Fett, I want you to put a little rumor out."
Fett looks at him almost confused until it finally clicks and he laughs.
"Oh kid, you want to go that route?"
"What route?"
"I'll get it going, don't you worry."
"What the hell is going on?"
Fett leans over and whispers the plan into Fennec's ear and the woman laughs loudly.
"I didn't mean literally make her dessert. Maker. But if it gets you going, then go for it."
"Fennec."
