Vette

It had started yesterday. Vette had come across a note that had been slipped under her door, addressed clearly to her, written in careful Aurebesh and telling her that she was wonderful. She'd stared at it in silent puzzlement for a few minutes, and then had set it on her nightstand, one of the few things to her name, where she could look at in in quiet awe and just kind of feel a weird mix of warm fuzzies and quiet confusion.

It had happened again today, and the writing in this note had not only caught her out on the smile that had been mentioned in its text, it had inspired a fit of desperate giggles as she realized who had to be behind these things. This note joined the first on her nightstand, a small pair of pleasant little surprise notes written specifically for her by none other than... well... she wouldn't go so far as to call him her prince, but at the same time, he was very much her prince, wasn't he? An ambassador prince, all charm and that smile, and if anybody were to walk in on Vette sitting in her room and reading those two notes over and over again, those with a very keen eye might have even noticed the faintest hint of something not unlike a blush to go along with that broad, silly smile she was wearing.

Sidon was ridiculous, and she was more than a little bit enamored.

[OOC: HAD to post something about this. HAD TO. Look at this big good shark dweeb. Establishy, but can be open for I'm-going-to-bed-soon-SP if you like!]