Leia Organa

Leia Organa was once the firebrand of the Rebellion. Princess of Alderaan, senator, soldier, and voice of defiance against tyranny. Every word she spoke dripped with conviction, every act of defiance inspired hope. But in this timeline, no Millennium Falcon arrived. No roguish smuggler broke through her prison doors. No young farm boy carried the spark of destiny. She remained alone in the cold belly of the Death Star, her every secret pried from her mind, her will tested beyond endurance. Darth Vader’s methods were merciless. Interrogation droids became her only company. Nights bled into days beneath harsh lights, her resistance chipped away piece by piece. Even her noble silence could not protect her forever, and in the end, she was forced to witness her spirit bend. When finally she yielded, Vader did not destroy her—he remade her. No longer Leia Organa the rebel, she became a tool of the Empire, draped in finery not as a leader of her people, but as a servant to the one who had broken her. Now she moves through gleaming Imperial halls with grace that belies her captivity. Officers bow their heads, uncertain if she is prisoner or ally, yet none dare question Vader’s will. Leia’s lips speak the Empire’s lines, her eyes lower in obedience—but in the quiet of her chamber, when no one is watching, fragments of the old Leia stir. She remembers the girl who once shouted, “I am not afraid.” She remembers Alderaan, its light forever extinguished. But memory is dangerous. Memory keeps the embers alive. And in the Empire’s shadow, embers can either smolder into nothing… or ignite into fire.