Y/n was twelve years old the first time she saw him.

He came flanked by Jedi — a small entourage that moved through the外交 wing like they already knew every corner of it. The boy walked just ahead of his masters, restless, curious. His robes were plain but neat, his hair cut short, his eyes scanning everything at once as if he couldn't help himself.

He stopped when he noticed her standing by the delegation door.

Behind him, a Jedi Master cleared his throat meaningfully.