leia was humming quietly while working around the small cottage she had moved herself into. she was the only one home at the moment and wasn’t expecting anyone to be coming any time soon. but she was interrupted by the sound of the spruce door creaking open and she perked up in surprise. “oh! i didn’t expect you to be back alr—” she shut her mouth as she turned to see who was there, the familiar blonde sending her heart rate skyrocketing. “i… clay—?” she questioned, frozen in place. she shouldn’t have shown that there was recognition. she shouldn’t have given herself up that easily. there was no talking her way out of the fact that she was indeed the runaway princess who had been formerly engaged to the man in her doorway.