Padme lied on a silky yellow sheet amongst a verdant field of grass, the calming sound of the waterfalls soothing her. Senator Amidala had never been happier. The Lake Country was always her safe paradise, but now there was no war or suffering, only her and Anakin.
"My love," Anakin emerged from the endless sea of green holding a platter in hand, "I got the tea you wanted. Sorry it took me so long, threepio took fifteen minutes to explain the benefits of drinking tea rather than caf."
"Sounds like threepio," Padme said with a chuckle, "Come sit with me."
Skywalker lowered himself onto the velvet blanket, carefully placing the platter down and proceeding to pour a cup for his wife. She slowly rose and gently accepted the vessel then smiled at her husband. When Padme looked into Anakin's eyes, she could see his soul. Usually they were filled with such conflict and turmoil, but not here. Just like all those years ago when they first fell madly in love, Anakin was so peaceful here. As Padme sipped the warm tea and the gentle breeze of Naboo caressed her, Skywalker couldn't help but to gaze at her beauty. He could tell by how soft her expressions were and how graceful her motions were that she was happy. Happier than he had seen Padme in years.
The two could not break their gazes on each other. Sunlight draped itself around Padme in a way that only accentuated her already angelic features. Anakin could help but to laugh.
"What?" Padme said, "Why do you always make fun of me when you try to flirt, Skywalker?"
She playfully pushed his shoulder.
"It's nothing," He feigned pain by grabbing at the 'wound'.
"It's just that I think the galaxy realized how much of an angle you are," he said, the usually dark rasp of his voice replaced by a silvery tone, filled with admiration, "And it finally gave you a halo. Now all that's left is for you to get your wings."
Amidala was the one to grin this time. She beamed towards Anakin, her smile almost as bright as the serene glow of the sun.
"Why would I ever need wings, Anakin?" her hand extended and caressed Skywalker's cheek, tracing over the scars left by the war, "All I would ever want is right here."
He swallowed deeply, holding back tears, then started to close the gap separating them. They had not shared a kiss this deep and passionate since the evening of their marriage all those years ago. Anakin rose his organic hand and allowed it to be lost in chestnut hair. She lowered her soft hand to his neck, ever so gently pulling him down to accommodate for her height. When they separated, Anakin tightly shut his eyes, already longing to join their lips again. When he opened them, he could see the sun beginning to hide behind the horizon, Padme's halo still intact however.
"I think it's time to go inside, my love"
Amidala looked behind her husband and saw the deep purple of the sky. She allowed her gazed to survey the entirety of the chromatic sky. Black, purple, a thousand types of yellow, red, and orange painted the heavens.
"No, not yet. Let's just lay here."
Even though his wife had been removed from the angelic glow, Anakin could still swear he could see her halo. Nonetheless, he lowered himself to her side. The two idly beset themselves on the silky fabric. Above them was a wide array of stars. Their soothing glow was the only things illuminated their faces, which never ceased to be pointed at one another.
"I love you, Padme"
"I love you, Anakin. From Coruscant to Kamino. I love you across all of the stars."
"Across the stars," Anakin calmly breathed.
There they stayed all night, bathed in the pale blue starlight. Their hands interwoven. Happy, and at peace.