![]() A heartbeat later the howl of the alert siren echoed from every public speaker. Bright flashes of green appeared amongst the stars. Behind him the familiar peace of night above Theed was shattered. “We should get dressed.” Anakin nodded, he opened his mouth only to freeze for a second. Pulling the nightdress tight she moved to her husband’s side. “But it’s big.” The mystical powers of the Force was a mystery to her, but she knew enough to be afraid. “You can’t tell?” “I’m not Master Yoda.” Anakin admitted. Somewhere.” Padmè got out of bed, pulling on a nightdress. It’s a feeling that’s been growing for a while now. something’s wrong.” “It won’t be like this forever.” She told him what she told herself on nights like this. “Anakin?” “You couldn’t sleep.” He said softly. Seeing her protector standing at the window to what was supposed to be her room alone. Sighing she turned over to find the other side of the bed empty. The same thoughts running through her head. Not for the first time Padmè lay awake in bed. Doomed to keep their feelings a secret lest they be used against them and everything they believed in. Instead they were trapped between the twin jaws of duty and responsibility. Free to live the dream without responsibility. Were it over Anakin would renounce his Jedi vows, she could step down as senator and the young couple would be free. Love was something to be celebrated, not hidden. Her marriage was something she wanted to shout about. Of course no one actually knew that the two of them were married and this whole break was really an excuse to have some time together. The fact that he was a Jedi meant his actions should be beyond reproach. Naturally he would have to stay very close to her. Should the Separatists send an assassin a talented Jedi would be better protection than the volunteer military of Naboo. Jedi Knight Skywalker had graciously volunteered to protect her. She had tried to persuade the Chancellor that Naboo security would be enough, but to no avail. Travelling without a guard would be dangerous. The young war hero had argued, quite eloquently, that as a popular and respected senator she would be a target for the Separatists. Naturally there had been objections, not least from the Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker. ![]() Leaving Jar-Jar behind to sit in for her at meetings (under the strictest instruction not to do anything without consulting a number of trusted advisors) she had gone back home. Remember what was important, what it was she was fighting to save. ![]() The endless arguments, the lies, back door politics, rampant egos. While she didn’t like the idea of leaving her position as Senator, especially at a time of war, she was tired. Instruments of Destruction Padmè Amedala had decided she needed a holiday.
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