Mon Mothma sat with her husband in the luxurious speeder she had to use
as a senator. She did not like it, like so many other things she had to
do because of her position.
They had another argument about one of her charities, and now they made the rest of the way home in silence.
The
politician sighed inwardly and looked out of the window at the traffic
on Coruscant. She was aware that she was walking on thin ice, that she
was playing a dangerous game. So much had changed since former Supreme
Chancellor Palpatine had proclaimed the First Galactic Empire and became
Emperor.
If she had the support of her family, everything would be
easier for her. But there was nothing. Her husband Perrin was only
concerned with his own benefit and enjoyed the luxury her position
afforded him. He did not even shy away from inviting her enemies into
their home.
Perrin Fertha, the man she married when she was only 16
years old. It was an arranged marriage, as was customary on Chandrila,
her home planet, whose senator she became.
She was told that love would come with time and grow over the years, but it never came.
Not even the birth of their only child, Leida, could change that.
And
now she was involved in the Rebellion against the Empire, using her
charity to secretly fund it. Perrin had no idea, and it was good that he
had no idea. He would not understand and would only see his own
wellbeing at risk. Her husband had apparently come to terms with the new
regime and would support it in any way he could.
So she would continue to hide her true intentions behind the charming, benevolent senator until it was time to drop the mask.
