Well, yes, I am now, but as a child, I was sure that I had to be a clone of my elders to be a good girl. Or at least that was the feeling I got a lot growing up. Until I turned thirteen.

[Until Bail took her and began grooming her to take his place in politics and the fledgling rebellion he and Mon Mothma had started.]

It wasn't all bad. I had a very good friend who was my foster sister as well, Winter Rentac. We were inseparable.

I was mocked by those in the capital after I was elected, but my detractors quickly changed their minds when they saw that I wasn't afraid of them or their archaic ways of thinking.