A/N- This is a bit AU. Summary: Anakin Skywalker has become Darth Vader. Palme' Naberrie was never Queen nor, Senator of her home planet. She is engaged to the Emperor and has ties to Lord Vader.

Chapter 1

This isn't the life she wanted; ballrooms, golden hues of light and parties that seem never-ending. The pleasantries of lords and ladies all bowing down to their good graces. The Aristocracy had no place in the galaxy anymore, at least in her mind that is ideal life. Between the Aristocracy and the ill-treated peasants of her homeworld, she'd chose to help those in need. If she had been ever given the chance.

Yet, she knew not of how to help her people with the Empire involved. No one mattered to the newly formed Imperial Empire; Senators were beheaded prior to their resignations were attained. Moffs if not wanted by the Emperor, his slave dog, Vader did the duty- choking the life out of those men who defied his master.

And here she was- another puppet for the Emperor to toy with. Her hand glides along the glass window frame, watching the busy streets of Imperial Center. The workers below continued their morning routine to commute to their work place of the day. Each of their jobs causes a change reaction for the galaxy to continue going. Each person knows their place of their own free choosing.

Not her- She was not given the choice to choose this life. It was either her father's head served on the Emperor's sliver plater or her hand in marriage. Being Princess of Theed had no advantages when she was off-world. She is a slender woman of twenty, face not marked by war or plague. But too young be marrying an old tyrant like the Emperor.

Her fist clenches the glass and the tears she has been holding back being to slide down her face. The thoughts of never seeing her family again, ache her heart. Her dear nieces left behind for her mother and father to raise, when her sister died suddenly from the plague. Their father Darren went through the same sickness and died within a fortnight of their dear mother, Sola.

The only family she had left- her father Ruwee Amidala and Jobal Amidala had chosen to help refugees from the fledgling Alliance flee the Imperial Capital. Lord Vader had tracked down their whereabouts, chokes the life out of most of those fleeing the Capital and then took her father into custody. The Emperor had given him no choice in the matter- die or give up the precious child he had met some time ago.

She had met Emperor Palpatine prior to his time as Emperor. During the Clone Wars, she had met Chancellor Palpatine on one of her visits to the Core Worlds. He had welcomed her family with open arms. He hadn't been formal about his vying for the young girl's affections. He had sent her tickets to the Opera House, reservations to the finest wineries on all of Courscant. She took those gifts as good graces, not thinking it would actually link her to the older man- whom she was sure was older than her father. She looked upon the Chancellor as a wise elder whom knew his ways into politics, the area of which she was attending University. Her dreams of becoming a Senator for her home planet were faded dreams that she would never attain with the Empire sucking the life out of every world.

Instead in a mere few hours she would be named Empress- and join the crazy old man as his wife. She shivered at those thoughts lurking in her mind. She did not want to think about the days ahead. She would be a captive in her own palace walls. The Emperor would know all she did and her whereabouts

no less. She would never return to her studies like she had wanted to do after summer retreat. She would never see the falls of Naboo on her home world without escorts by Imperial Guards. She'd never been free to think or do as she pleased.

In a matter of hours Padme' Naberrie would become a slave to a tryant- chained to him in name, body and her soul/ More tears slide down her face thinking of everything she would lose in a matter of hours. She gulps back the urge to vomit of her wedding night. She couldn't think about bedding an man as old as the Emperor. Of course he'd force her to his bed at one time or another. She knows the Emperor would want an heir to the throne. He'd want to keep his dynasty from collapsing in a matter of years. The old bastard couldn't be around for more than another twenty years or so! Her fist slams into the glass window and her ears ring with the thump of her fist crashing into the glass.

Tear stained cheeks are wiped hastily away as the sounds of the door to her quarters are swept open with no announcement of the presence in the room. But Padme' knows the presence well- the alterations of the temperature tell her the dark slave dog has arrived. Her eyes never turn to meet those sith yellow eyes of his. She cannot look into those piercing eyes because they remind her of a man she once knew. A man she had suspected had died during the siege on Courscant, and a mere week later discovered he had in fact switched sides and murdered many of his brothers and sisters alike.

He could never see her like this. He deserved none of her tears or sympathy. The dark Lord observes his client. She stands firm like a statue upon sensing his arrival. His eyes sweep over the grab she has chosen to wear of such an occasion as her wedding day. Her slender body is accented in the black corset and mermaid bottom. Her hair is down in thick curls around her tear-stained face. His master would relish in her agony as do most Sith Lords, but Lord Vader says nothing nor seeking out their bond through the force.

She will ignore his callings anyway. He only seeks her brown eyes to stare into his the way she had three years prior. To see no pity- or sense of agony, but happiness and compassion for those who she called friends.

" Leave us," His voice is a mere whisper to order his men out of the room. He did not need a guard against the young woman before him. She had no control over the force of any kind, though he had created a life bond between them, one that linked his life to hers. No one knew of their special bond, one Vader had used the light side of the force to save her life. In the years that had followed, he would occasionally feel her emotions or thoughts light years away when he was on the battlefield. In the present, he had to keep those mind shields he had built around their bond, in order not to feel her emotions.

" The Emperor requests your presence at once," He commands with the same familiar tone used with his Imperial troops.

The familiar tone is heard by his captive. She says nothing, and keeps her eyes posted on the city below her. Her eyes search for a way to escape- perhaps jumping from the window wouldn't been such a terrible way to end her life. She was dying inside- her life was over the moment she was given over to the Imperials.

" Suicide would not be a wise choice of death," He comments to the still silence in the room.

She eyes the city below and snorts at his comment. Dying would be the safest choice for both of them.

She replies with a hiss of venom, " It wouldn't last, the force wouldn't grant such a peaceful surrender."

She knew dying would last a mere few hours. She knew the cost of a certain Sith Lord saving her life. The force had granted a miracle when she had died- and now as long as either of them lived- neither would die until old age occurred. No one knew of their struggle.

" The Emperor is giving you a chance to make peace in the galaxy, princess," The tone of the Sith Lord hasn't changed to that of pity or gentleness. Lord Vader isn't known for his gentleness or compassion for others. He merely chokes or slices through their bodies without a thought.

She grits her teeth at hearing his response and turns her eyes on the Sith Lord. She meets his yellow gaze with her own dark fury. She snaps, " He's giving be a chance to become a slave like you."

Lord Vader's anger flares for a few seconds and his hand raises to clutch that slender neck of hers. She is pressed against the glass and allows him to grasp her neck tightly. The pain is suffocating her, but she knows it doesn't matter. Her life doesn't matter, the force will awaken her from her deathly slumber in a matter of hours if not minutes, it depended on the damage done to her body.

" I am not a slave, princess," Lord Vader seethes through his teeth.

Through her gasping for air she stammers out, " You- are- a -slave- a always- will be."

His anger snaps as his fist lets go of her neck. The Emperor knew not of their life bond, and he couldn't be walking around murdering the new Empress each time she irritated him. His hand clutches at his side as she falls to the floor, a swollen red mark appears on her neck where his fingers hand been moments ago.

She rubs her neck and gasps the solid air of the room. " The Emperor is awaiting your presence in the throne room within the next few minutes. I suggest you gather yourself and attempt a facade of a smile for your people and soon-to-be husband." His fury is short in his tone of warning.

She simply stands to her feet on her own and murmurs, " You know you'll pay for choking your new Empress, Vader. I'll make sure the Emperor hears of this."

He does not wince upon hearing her commands nor cares. He has been beaten plenty of times by his master. Another lighting strike to add to the other scars are nothing- nothing like the scars he carries from those who have died in vain. His dark mind swirls with his plans- soon the old bastard would die. He had foreseen his death, and uprising from his soon-to-be new pet slave.

To Be Continued...