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“Star Wars” super couple Han Solo and Leia Organa survived the rebellion and each other long enough to start a family and have a son, Ben Solo, who (SPOILER ALERT) would eventually betray them both and kill them. his father with a lightsaber. But before things got bleak about their intergalactic love, they had a wedding and honeymoon! And for those super fans who were left wondering, what really happened after the end of the “Return of the Jedi” teddy bear picnic? The new novel “Star Wars: The Princess and the Scoundrel” has the answer.
Written by Beth Revis, Han and Leia’s love story continues in print. The book follows the couple through their Sith-free wedding to their space-age honeymoon on the luxurious Halcyon ship—yes, the same galactic cruise you can book for roughly $6,000 a night at Disney World Florida.
Apparently, Han and Leia have a lot of stans in the books, as well as in real life, because according to the “Scoundrel” synopsis, as soon as they entered the honeymoon stage, “Their marriage and the peace and prosperity it brings.” represents, they are a lightning rod for all, including the Imperial remnants still clinging to power. Facing their most desperate hour, the Empire’s soldiers have scattered across the galaxy, barricading themselves on isolated planets vulnerable to their influence. As Halcyon travels from world to world, one thing becomes crystal clear: the war is not over. But as danger closes in, Han and Leia find that they fight their best battles not alone, but as husband and wife.”
Whether or not this plot is available to experience at the Disney World hotel is unknown, but you can read all about it for a much lower rate in the book. Variety is featuring concept art for Princess Leia’s wedding dress and an exclusive excerpt about the moment she walked down the aisle.
Read about the wedding dress reveal below:
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Han felt the color drain from his face. How could it be already time? But through the spiral hole in the Great Tree, Han could see the crowd of people sitting, eyes forward. None spoke to each other. They were waiting. In the. To carry out. It was time.
He just had to get past that curtain and take his place in front of the tree trunk.
That is all.
One foot in front of the other. Everyone was waiting. I just had to walk out. he just had to Let’s go.
Han didn’t move.
Chewie pushed him away, speaking as low as he could to ask what was going on.
“It’s okay,” Han said too quickly. “Nothing at all.”
Chewie pushed him again. Han staggered forward a step, but then his feet felt too heavy to move. He adjusted his light jacket, pulling his front open. “Their Really It’s hot in here, isn’t it?
Chewie grunted, grabbed Han’s arm and yanked him forward. “Hears!” Han said, running to keep up with the Wookiee’s long legs. “You don’t have to drag me!”
“arr-gryu,Chewie groaned back.
“I’m going, I’m going, you don’t have to threaten to carry me,” Han said, releasing his arm from Chewie’s grasp just as the Wookiee pushed aside the curtain.
All eyes in the entire temple turned to him. Han tried to smile, but he kept his lips closed, in case his breakfast decided to join the party. Chewie hit him in the back, and Han staggered forward, moving to the front of the crowd and taking his place beside the twisted tree trunk. He could feel the rough bark on his back; if he reached out through the twisted branches, he could touch the amber orb that rested in the center.
Why was everyone looking at him? Faces came together—Ewok, human, droid, various other species—all were turned toward him. Of course, Han was alone at the front of the temple, so it was only natural that they would look at him, but still. . .
And then the door in the back opened.
There was a second, just a heartbeat, when everyone looked at Han, but Han was looking at the door. And in that heartbeat, Leia entered.
There was no one in the entire galaxy except Leia and Han.
Her eyes met his, and her smile was brighter than any star.
And it was just for him.
Han was pinned to the ground, but it was different from when Chewie pushed him to take his place in the temple. Before, what he really wanted to do was go somewhere private. But Han couldn’t move now if he wanted to, and he never wanted to. Not with her walking between the pews toward him.
Leia wore a light green dress, embroidered with flowers similar to those that adorned the outside of the temple. She hung loosely over her body, but she was not without form. Her sides were open, giving him room to move her legs and expose the laces of her knee-high white leather boots. She held a bouquet of wildflowers tied in the same bow woven into her hair, and Han suspected that Leia had picked the flowers just before climbing the stairs to the temple.
Leia’s long hair hung in loose waves down her back, with two small braids framing her face to keep the strands out of her way. She wore flowers but no jewelry. She looked more like a nymphet than a princess.
Han could hardly breathe as she moved closer to him, joy in her eyes. Leia had never been more like her than she was right now. She was not majestic or noble. She was not the epitome of grace or the face of the Rebellion.
At that time, Leia was no longer the princess of the people. She was all the more beautiful because she was just herself. Just read.
Reprinted from STAR WARS: THE PRINCESS AND THE SCREAMING. © 2022 by Lucasfilm Ltd. Published by Random House Worlds, an imprint of Random House, a division of Penguin Random House LLC.
