Summary: A little girl asks her father a serious question.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars.

A/N-I figured Leia would probably notice these types of things sooner than other child because of how Force-sensitive she is. I'm thinking about doing one for Luke, but I'm not sure. Reviews are welcome!

A Child's Question

Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan was very pretty. She was only six years old, with long, shining, brown hair that was often in an elaborate hairstyle. She had sparkling brown eyes. Her father, Prince Consort and Senator Bail Organa, already knew that she'd be a beautiful woman someday. Every time he looked at the child, he was reminded of a beautiful former Queen, and Senator.

He could see Leia's mother in his mind's eye. Padme Amidala had been very beautiful. Padme Amidala Skywalker. Leia was adopted, she was the child of Padme and Anakin Skywalker, who had been a great Jedi, the Chosen One, and a hotshot pilot who turned onto the Dark side. He was now Darth Vader. His loss was a great one.

And Bail believed he turned to save Padme. Padme and Anakin had been married secretly, Jedi weren't supposed to marry. Leia was also a twin, her brother Luke, was light-years away, on Tattioone under the eye of Obi-Wan "Ben" Kenobi and being raised by Anakin's step-brother, Owen Lars, and Owen's wife Beru.

Leia didn't know that she was adopted.

A yell of "Daddy!" shook Bail out of his reverie. He was sitting on a stone bench in one of Alderaan Palace's most beautiful gardens. His little Leia came walking to him as fast as she could, while wearing a dress, and being as always as her governess said "a young lady, a future Queen, and must always keep up appearances".

For once, Leia's hair wasn't in an elaborate hairstyle. It was down, and it flew behind her as she went to her father.

Bail smiled and opened up his arms to the little girl who happily went into them. "Hi Daddy!" she said, smiling sweetly.

"Hello, little Princess." Bail said, hugging her. He picked her up and sat her down next to him. "How are you?"

"I'm good, but I got a question Daddy." Leia said solemnly.

"Yes, Leia?" Bail said mindlessly. It would probably be something like, why did she have to always keep up appearances or something like that.

It wasn't.

"How come I don't look like you or Mommy?" she asked seriously. "Winter looks like her mommy and daddy. But Mommy has blonde hair and green eyes, and you have dark black hair and you got those dark eyes, I have dark eyes, but I got a different color dark eyes than you and brown hair."

Bail looked at her, tears in his eyes. He quickly closed his eyes, and put his hand over his eyes to hide the tears. His baby girl wanted to know about Padme. And her true father. He couldn't tell her about Anakin, not yet. He would only tell her a little bit about Padme.

"Well, Leia, this is hard to explain. You see, children do look like their family. And yes, you don't. Mommy and me aren't really your parents." Bail stopped for a second and looked at Leia.

She gasped and turned her head, as if she was thinking. "Who was my real mommy and daddy?" she asked.

"I can't tell you that yet, sweetie, but someday you'll know. Your mommy was very kind, very beautiful and very smart. Your daddy had been a good person too." Had been, Bail told himself. But, before she died, Padme told Obi-Wan that there was still good in him. And Bail believed her.

"Was my mommy sad?" Leia asked suddenly and Bail was taken aback.

"Why would you ever say that?" he asked.

"Well, I remember something. I remember a very pretty lady who seemed really kind, but sad. Could that lady be my mommy?" she asked quietly.

A sickening and sad feeling went in Bail's stomach. Leia was naturally very strong in the Force. But Anakin was the Chosen One! Of course his children would be!-but he hadn't expected this. Her abilities seemed different from Jedi he had known. Oh lovely. But Leia had a memory from her mother's death, the day she was born.

No child should have to know that, hold the memory like that.

"Yes, that was your mother." Bail said finally.

"Why do you take care of me, and not my mommy?" Leia asked.

Bail felt so terrible, but he had to tell her. It was only fair to her. "Your mother died when you were very, very, young." Bail said softly, taking her hand and squeezing it gently." Leia looked at him sadly.

"What about my-," Leia started to speak again, but Bail cut her off.

"My princess, we should be getting back soon." Leia smiled at the nickname he gave her, years ago. He put a hand on each of her shoulders and looked at her straight in the eye. "You can never ever tell anyone what I've told you. This has to be our secret, it is extremely important that it stays that way." Bail looked frightened, and the Force told her (even though she didn't know it, she just went by her instincts) to listen. She nodded.

"Let's go." He holds out his hand, and Leia gets up and takes it. Her hand, so little, clasped in his, so much bigger, holds his hand with an amazing grip. A trusting grip. And father and daughter walk away. While they did, Leia asked if she could still call him her Daddy. Bail, with tears again in his eyes, said of course, if she wanted to. She said yes, and he replied that it would be an honor.

Hours later, Bail sits in his chamber, thinking. Leia had been very quiet at their supper. He thought his wife noticed it. She was looking at him, and he knew she was wondering what was wrong. He dismissed everyone in the chamber, and put his face in his hands. "Leia knows she's adopted!" And slowly, a few tears trickled down his cheeks, in remorse for his little girl having to find out so soon, Padme for dying, and Anakin for turning. His wife came over to him, put an arm around his shoulders and cried too.

At this same time, Leia was in her bedchamber, getting ready to sleep. Her room was done in a soft pink. She wore a pretty white nightgown, because Leia had to keep appearances even when she was sleeping. She didn't understand that, and more than once her father said he didn't either. Her father was very silly at times.

Her mother, wanting to teach her about different galactic cultures, had her listen to different music from different planets. She called to one of the maids.

"Yes, my lady Princess?" a maid came instantly.

"Umm, could you put on some music from Naboo please?" Leia asked politely.

"Of course, my lady." Leia never really listened to Naboo music before, but tonight, even though she couldn't get her conversation with her father out of her head, Naboo music seemed like a really good idea.

As the sweet music played, Leia slowly drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Every day after that, she would have Naboo music play..