Rating: M and please take that rating seriously. There will be plenty of violence, swearing, adult themes and sex throughout this story.
Genre: Romance, Drama, Family, Adventure, Action...
Characters: (Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala) (Sheev Palpatine, Shmi Skywalker-Palpatine)
Synopsis: An AU where the Empire was formed before the birth of Anakin Skywalker and where he's the Imperial Crown Prince, son of Empress Shmi Skywalker-Palpatine and Emperor Sheev Palpatine (or just the Emperor). Nineteen year old Anakin Skywalker (technically his last name is Palpatine here but he goes by Skywalker) has struggled with his role in the galaxy, not liking all of the eyes on him but over time, he grew used to it and has grown accustomed to everyone watching his every move, critiquing everything he wears and giving their opinion on the company he keeps. He has his duties and responsibilities as the Imperial Crown Prince but when he's not in his official capacity, he likes to do what every other nineteen year old likes to do and that is to have fun and enjoy life.
This is first person, present tense solely in the eyes of the Imperial Crown Prince and this is an Anidala story even if the very very beginning may not look like it, we'll get there.
The Prince: Chapter 1
Wherever I go, heads turn and all the eyes in the room land on me like I'm a fire that people can't help but stare at in morbid fascination. Well, I'm not a fire, rather a prince but I'm also the only one in the Galactic Empire and the heir to the galactic throne.
Everyone here knows that I am going to be the next Emperor of the Galactic Empire and they can't help but stare at the man who's going to lead them next. The man who is barely a man at just nineteen years old but I've been trained and raised to be the next Emperor and these drunken fools don't faze me one bit.
I'm not here as Prince Anakin, the Crown Prince of the Galactic Empire, however. I'm just here as Anakin and like all of these fools, I'm just here to enjoy myself and I'm not going to let any of them ruin my fun.
The music continues jamming, the various lights around the room flash in a variety of colors and the people of all species go back to dancing on the dance floor as I walk to the VIP lounge to get me a nice ice cold drink.
"Welcome, Your Imperial Highness," a pale blue Twi'lek waitress says to me, dressed in a skimpy outfit that doesn't even try to hide her big round breasts or ass which she gets knocked down on after one of my Royal Guards hit her for daring to even look in my direction, nevermind actually speaking to me.
All of the music and flashing lights stop and the eyes that were off me are back again and the crowd looks shocked. Their eyes are wide, mouths agape and they're frozen in place with the people knowing better than to challenge an Imperial Royal Guard, let alone a whole squad of them.
As if any of them would do something about it anyway.
"Was that really necessary, Gavin?" I hiss at my Chief Royal Guard. He's protective of me, knowing that if any harm was to come to me that he'd be killed by the Emperor to be made an example of within the ranks of the IRG and with the anti-aliens laws in place and with the high human culture around the Empire especially here on Coruscant, the Twi'lek should've known better than to even breathe the same air as me, let alone talk to me. Father would not be happy in the slightest, rather he would have her executed in front of all these people just to remind them of their place in the galaxy. "Leave her be," Gavin looks to me, his brown eyes revealing nothing. I know this even if they're concealed behind his scarlet helmet and without even tapping into the Force. His expression never reveals anything and his mind is impenetrable which is why he was assigned to be the Chief of my protection detail in the first place. "Leave us," the Twi'lek goes without another word at my command. Turning to the crowd, I gesture for them to continue with a wave of my hand.
They take the hint and the music goes back on, almost making me deaf with the cacophony of beats, the lights go back to flashing around the room and the people go back to their dancing.
"You should've ordered me to execute her," Gavin quietly says, knowing I'd hear him even with all the noise in the building. "The Emperor will not be pleased."
Gavin is also one of the closest people to me, assigned to my care since well over a decade ago. He's become like a big brother to me in a way but he isn't and he knows his place and where the line not to cross is. That still doesn't stop him from telling me the obvious or giving me his unsolicited advice though. Father may not be happy but if he wants me to take the throne one day then he'll have to let me make my own decisions as I see fit and I saw no reason to kill her. She said what she was supposed to say, per Imperial protocol and if she was human, it would've been correct but she isn't and that was where she went wrong.
"You let me worry about my father," I tell him, looking around the room when I notice a familiar blonde weaving her way towards me through the crowd. I immediately recognize her to be the daughter of Grand Moff Ventrell and a common face around the Court. Her father and mother both seem to think we'd make a good match. She is hot, I'll give her that with her light blue eyes, red plump heart-shaped lips that long to be molded against mine, long legs that I could already vision wrapped around me hugging me tight as I thrust into her over, over and over again and then her big soft round breasts and hard nipples cushioning me as I feast on her neck and lips but that is as far as it would ever go and that was as far as it ever went between us. Even that is too far in the Imperial Court, only married couples are supposed to do any fucking but people should know by now that I make up my own rules and that is how it's going to stay. "In the meantime, I don't want to hear another word about him, my mother or the Empire. I am here on my own personal time and I will do as I see fit."
He doesn't say another word, leaving my side to join his men in taking up position around me. He taught me ever since he was assigned to my detail that I must never show weakness, if anyone ever sees a weakness or a soft spot, especially an enemy then they will take advantage of it and use it against me. Being in my position, weakness of any kind is not tolerated and all weakness has been driven out of me at a very young age. If anyone ever sees a weakness, it is only because I want them to see it and only because it'll be them snaring themselves up in a trap of their own making.
Talia Ventrell, the eldest daughter of Grand Moff Ventrell finally reaches me and she doesn't seem surprised to find me here. This doesn't seem like her kind of spot either, which is why I come here. Nobody would expect to find me here and that is why I choose to go to a nightclub in the lower levels instead of one of the many nightclubs for the high and mighty of the Imperial Court in the Palace and Senate Districts. There is only so much ass-kissing a man can enjoy though and that is what they all do to me. People go to places such as these to let loose, get drunk, maybe meet a pretty girl for a night and to enjoy themselves, not to have people coming up to them asking for support for a certain bill or for a certain deal to go through with my blessing or to win a certain Imperial contract like I give a damn about any of those.
Talia stops right in front of me and looks me over. "Fancy meeting you here," she says, smiling seductively like its just a coincidence that we happen to be at the same slum club like this at the same time.
"Yeah, real fancy," I concur, raising an eyebrow wondering what she's up too. She's been raised in court-life, she was always one of the elite and she knows how to act like any other politician. You can never trust them, just like you can never trust any Ventrell. Doing so, can be lethal but never to anyone like me who is in a position they know they can never reach, unless by marriage which is why her parents think we'd make a good match. Maybe we would but if I ever wed, it will be to a wife of my own choosing and not by the will of another. Not even by the two people whom I told Gavin not to mention for the remainder of the night. "You do know that it is a criminal offense to stalk someone, don't you? Especially when that someone is the Imperial Crown Prince?"
Her smile grows wider and she moves closer to me. So close that I can feel her hot breath against my neck and smell her flower scented perfume wrap around me. "Then do something about it," she purs, pressing her palm up against my chest. Moving it slowly down my chest, to my abdomen and then under the hem of my dark blue dress shirt until she's pressing her small cold hand against my lower abdomen where the hairs leading from my navel down to around my dick are. "Or maybe, I will punish myself and... you can lie down and enjoy the show?" She waggles her dark blonde eyebrows and her hand finally slides under the waistband of my formfitting blue dress pants and my black boxer briefs and wraps around my already hard thick dick making me groan against my will as she leads me to a room still holding my dick in her small hand.
The room is big and surprisingly nice and comfortable. It is dimly lit, the walls are a warm purple, a queen-size mattress is set up in the center of the room back up against the back wall, some food and drinks sit on a side table, there are even soundproof walls as evidenced by how silent it is in here as the door shuts behind us and there are a bunch of sex toys and an assortment of goods to choose from to enhance sexual pleasure. By the looks of it, she's been here before or set everything here up.
The latter would be creepy but even if she did, she won't hear any arguments from me. I'm always up for some hot ass girl like Talia to go down on me.
She releases my dick from her grasp and grips my long blond hair, bringing my face down to hers and presses her plump lips against mine- hard. So hard that it almost hurts, its definitely turning me on and she knows just how to do that with the many times we've hooked up covertly over these last few years. "So are you going to punish me?" She asks against my lips, "or would you just like to watch me punish... myself?" Normally I'd be the punisher and enjoy it but watching her punish herself, in whatever way she thinks she'll be doing that is definitely going to be enjoyable. I'm sure that I'll be one of the toys she uses to punish herself with and my dick tries to break out of my pants in obvious delight at that thought.
Grinning ferally down at her, "I'll watch." I tell her before taking her plump lower lip between my teeth and biting down hard, drawing her blood. She hisses in pain, pleasure, probably both and I suck the blood from her lower lip and let go of her plump lip.
"Now you're asking for punishment, Skywalker," she pushes me back with both of her hands. Then she sizes me up, taking me in starting from my feet and working her way up my body. My black tactical boots that I always wear, they're good for every occasion and go with any color. Dark blue formfitting dress pants that hug my legs like they were stitched right around them, yet are loose enough to not be uncomfortable. Dark blue formfitting dress shirt under my black leather jacket with two dark blue bold stripes down the sides of my sleeves, my attempt at trying to look like a badass. Then my face, which is something everyone in the galaxy has seen blasted all over the HoloNet at least once, my blue eyes which change color depending on my mood and my long dark blond hair which is about shoulder length now and somewhat curly. All in all, I like my appearance and apparently so doesn't the galaxy or I wouldn't be the playboy those gossip HoloNet shows talk about every weekday.
Talia's light blue eyes find mine again and her light blue eyes darken in lust. She took me in and now she obviously wants to take me in naked, she wastes no time and takes my leather jacket off and unceremoniously throws it to the floor along with my long sleeve shirt. She stares down at my six pack abs and my strong muscular chest that I work hard to keep looking as good as it does and then she rubs her hands up my strong muscular arms trying to feel my biceps. I flex them for her, not afraid to flaunt what I have. She looks impressed, I am bigger than the last time we hooked up almost a year ago and in that time a lot has changed physically for the both of us. I've grown a few inches taller and have gained about thirty pounds in pure muscle, I'm no longer that lanky kid that was still growing into his body (even if I still am growing into my body) and she also grew a couple of inches taller being about five feet nine compared to my six feet one. Our hair also grew longer but that thought vanishes as she lets my arms go and unhooks my belt, unsnaps my pants. She falls to her knees and looks up at me, my dick tries to break out of its confines being an obvious hard bulge in my formfitting pants that leaves no room for it move around without being seen.
Slowly sliding down my pants, she stops and quickly unties and removes my boots before sliding them off the rest of the way until I am standing before her in just my tight black boxer briefs. The bulge in my briefs makes my dick look even bigger without the formfitting pants trying to hold it as close to me as possible but my dick still isn't satisfied and it tries to escape some more in excitement. She smiles, showing off her straight shiny white teeth and stands to her feet. She pushes me backwards and I fall back onto the bed, my legs hanging off the end with my feet firmly planted on the hardwood floor.
"You see me," I say putting my hands behind my head to prop me up a little more to get a better view of her. "Now let me see you."
She does as ordered, slowly unzipping then shrugging off her black silk sweatshirt letting it fall to the floor. She waggles her eyebrows putting a show on for me as she continues to undress, slowly removing garment after garment giving me some exciting entertainment like she's a stripper. My dick tries to break free, standing tall and firm and she notices. It's kind of hard not to.
"Like what you see?"
I nod, unable to answer as she stands before me just wearing her tight black lace bra and panties and they're hot on her. Her breasts look like they're swelling and I can see her hard nipples pressing against their confines. She erotically sways her hips from side to side as she lowers her panties down her waist then down her long legs and steps out of them giving me a beautiful view of her sweet pussy. It looks like its glistening, wet and waiting for me. She still shaves down there, its nice and curly, short but not too short and its darker blonde than her eyebrows. Then she removes her bra, unhooking it from behind and letting it fall to the floor until she's all her, all natural with her two hard pink nipples aiming outwards towards me.
I'm not sure who's punishing who right now but then she averts her gaze from my hungry eyes... down to my dick as it continues its struggle to break free. She gives him some loving attention, rubbing her hand up and down my dick and gripping it with my briefs still covering it. After a few minutes of torture she places both hands on either side of my waist and lowers my briefs until they're off me and on the floor.
My dick breaks free, slaps against my belly before standing back up at attention, still hard and firm aching for her undivided attention.
She finally grips my dick again, giving it the attention it craves and if it had a voice it would be screaming in excitement. Her eyes find mine again and then she drops to her knees and lowers her mouth to my dick where she gives my head a lazy lick, then two, three, four and then her mouth is taking me in.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, a moan leaves my lips as she sucks my dick while gripping it firmly in her hand and strokes me over and over again while fucking me with her mouth. I feel ready to explode already but will that down for as long as I can and instead enjoy watching her head bob up and down as she takes me in deeper and deeper until she takes me all in and gags on reflex.
If this is punishment then maybe I should make it seem that way. Sitting up slightly, I move my hands down to the crown of her head, hold her there and pump my dick in and out of her willing mouth going steadily faster and faster. She hums, the vibration going right to my balls and I'm sweating, sweat beads down my forehead around my eyes and I continue to pump in and out, in and out until I feel like I'm going to explode.
"Shit," I mutter, the feeling building up inside of me until I can't contain it any longer. "I'm coming," the strangled words leave me right before pleasure shoots through me, I explode into her mouth and collapse back down onto the bed. My hands still grip her head and I lower her head down to my dick and hold her there, her tongue wraps around my dick drinking in my manly juices and she moves her head slowly up and down to get every last drop and I release her from my grasp to continue her... punishment. "Fuck, its been a while since I felt like that."
After a couple of minutes, after she drinks me dry, she climbs on top of me with her knees lying on the bed on either side of me as she straddles me, sitting on my lower abdomen and her lips lower onto mine. I taste myself on her lips and love every bit of it. I love it so much that I want more and gripping her waist with my hands, I snap my hips and roll us over so I'm on top of her and she's under me. My mouth claims hers again and my tongue slides into her mouth to claim hers.
Our tongues tangle as my hands slide up and down her beautiful body with curves in all of the right places. Her hard nipples and big soft breasts press into my chest, her hands grip my hair.
It's been too long since I last fucked any girl and her touch has always made me go wild. Perhaps it's because we're from similar circles, she may not be a princess but her parents expect her to act a certain way and to always put her family first because their power, wealth and status matter more than her. I know that is how her parents see her, that is how a lot of parents in the Imperial Court see their children and it's sickening to me. We're not here to satisfy them or to further our family names. I'm just glad my parents don't see me like that, I am more important than most children in the Court though and that is because of who I am. It just so happens that I have to follow a strict protocol for the same reason and I'm expected to act more like a protocol droid at times than the nineteen year old human male I am.
It is times like this that I remind myself that I am just like any other guy my age, I just want to have fun and to me and to others my age, this is fun.
Parents wishes and demands be damned.
She's moaning into my mouth, loving the way my lips and tongue ravish hers. My hands grip her waist and position her to my liking and my thighs separate hers. My dick rubs against her entrance, knocking on the door roughly, then I thrust into her hard. She screams, her hips arching into mine and she wraps her long legs around my waist tightly as I thrust in and out of her at a fast pace wanting nothing more than to hear her scream.
"Oh!" She yells. "Harder! Harder!"
I was already planning on it and thrust in and out of her faster and faster. Harder and harder. Hearing the slapping of our flesh meeting repeatedly and her screams echo in my mind. If this was her idea of punishment, then I'll gladly be her judge, jury and sexecutioner anytime.
She's writhing under me as I continue to fuck her, taking no prisoners and she's moaning, loudly. I claim that sexy mouth again with mine and muffle her pleasure, giving her something else to enjoy. My tongue slides in and finds hers, they dance, enjoying each other's taste. My hands slide up and down her body, finally coming to rest on her big beautiful breasts, my hands claim them both and knead her nipples, flick them, pinch them until she's moaning louder and louder and she clenches her walls around my dick tight as she cries a strangled cry.
Her milky juices explode around my dick and I slow down, slide in and out of her slower and slower and I release her tongue and mouth from mine and slide down her body until my mouth finds her milk-filled pussy and begins to drink her up. I've been dying for a nice drink since I got here and I couldn't have asked for a better beverage, she may not be ice cold but this is better. I drink her in, sliding my tongue in, out and around her clit and pussy to find and claim every drop like a man who's dying of thirst. Her milky pleasure tastes great and I want more. Even after her milk is gone, my tongue searches for more and slides in and out of her beautiful pussy, my lips suck her clit.
"I love your pussy," I tell her, for no reason in particular other than to state the obvious. Truth be told, any pussy tastes great to my tongue and lips. "It tastes like milk and you, I can never get enough." I'm lapping her up and enjoying every sexy moan that leaves her gorgeous mouth and the cant of her hips which only pushes me deeper and deeper into her until she's orgasms again and this time, right into my waiting mouth.
After I drink her dry again, I climb back up on top of her and kiss her, once, twice and mold my lips to hers until I release them from my custody.
"How was the punishment?"
She looks up at me, her lips curl up. Sweat beads her forehead and her face and hair is soaked. Almost as wet as her pussy was just a moment ago. "It was... brutal, that's for sure." She says, coyly.
"Maybe you should think twice next time... before making me punish you." I mutter against her lips, reclaiming them with mine and losing track of time as I lose myself in her and my desperation for more.
Somewhere along the span of time, we take a break coming up for air and she gets us some wine, I take a sip of mine and can't seem to keep my eyes off of her beauty. I have no idea what's wrong with me but something must be because I don't remember ever feeling this way about her and I also don't remember her being as bold as she was tonight but a year changes people and maybe it's just because I'm so desperate for that physical contact that she's giving me that I can't get her out of my mind. Maybe I've been deprived of sex for a little too long?
I'm not sure what it is but my eyes seem to focus on her and she smiles at me, that beautiful smile and we go at it again and again and again...
I wake up later on, maybe the next morning or maybe later that night to a sensation around my dick. Opening my eyes and looking down... I find Talia's hand on my dick stroking it gently up and down. I smile and place my hands behind my head and enjoy the moment.
"If only I could wake up to this every morning..." She looks up at me, a smile forming on her lips and then her eyes are back on my dick and she continues stroking it some more. "Is it morning?" The thought occurs to me, there's no chrono anywhere on the wall. Most people who come to rooms like this obviously aren't worried about the time, if they were then they wouldn't come here.
She shrugs, continues stroking me. "No idea, Anakin but I can get used to waking up next to you every morning too." Her implication isn't lost on me, if she's implying to waking me up like this every morning then I'd marry her in an hour but sex isn't the only thing I care about. My parents wouldn't let me marry just anyone and being who I am, I need their blessing before saying 'I do' but that doesn't mean they'll choose my eventual wife for me. Mom and Dad would say yes to me marrying Talia in an instant, they like her and her parents and we know the family well. Talia and her parents have eaten dinner with us many times before and given who my parents are, not many get to join us for breakfast, lunch or dinner.
A woman spending her life with me would need more than just an incredible body though, she would need to have the intelligence to keep up with me and my family and she would need to be able to deal with a life like mine. The HoloNet reporters, tabloid journalists and paparazzi would be all over her and everywhere she goes, eyes would be on her like they are on me and her life would never be the same. The thing about Talia is that she already knows that and she gets enough attention as it is.
But those thoughts leave my mind as she lets go of my dick and smiles at me before standing on the bed, standing over me and then she slowly sinks down all the way onto me until shes sitting on my pelvis. We both groan as she comes to rest on my dick and my hands go to her breasts and squeeze roughly, she groans again bringing a smile to my face. "Ride me, Talia." I tell her, my voice rough, husky. "Ride me like your life depends on it."
Her eyes darken in lust at my words and she begins to ride me. Her big breasts rise and fall as she rides me and its the most beautiful sight ever. She moans, her moans going right to my balls until its the only thing I hear besides the slapping of our flesh. I grip her waist with my hands on either side as she continues to ride me and I meet her half way, thrusting my hips up to meet hers, animalistic grunts leave me as her moans just get louder and louder until it sounds like her moans are on a constant stream.
Sweat begins to bead my forehead and sweat covers my body and hers, her body growing slippery under my grip and she bends down to capture my lips in hers as her hips continue to thrust and escape mine just to thrust into mine again. Our hips continue to meet and then a battlecry cries out from me at the same time a strangled cry cries out from her. Both of us orgasm at the same time and our pleasure come together to form one. We slow down on our thrusting as our juice and milk continue to pulsate until we got nothing left.
Her lips mingle with mine, my tongue licking its way into her mouth and our tongues come together.
"Fuck," I mutter into her mouth. My breath is ragged, so is hers and our chests heave together. "That... that was fucking intense and a great way to start the morning... if it is the morning." My lips keep molding with hers as my tongue licks around her pretty mouth.
She smiles against my lips at my words, she obviously enjoys turning the Imperial Crown Prince into just another young man and I enjoy that. I'm not my role, I'm not my job. My job isn't me either. Just because I was born to become the next Emperor doesn't mean that I'm any different than any other human in the galaxy, it just makes me the heir to the throne and the third most powerful in the galaxy after my parents. My word is law and law is my word. Anything I say or order carries more weight than a bill that was passed by the Senate and approved by my father to become law. My words alone are also strong enough to overrule planetary leaders, Moffs, Grand Moffs and even the highest ranking officers in the Imperial Military and those of course are the Grand Admirals.
It is a lot of power to entrust to a nineteen year old but my parents want me to start learning responsibility and to start discovering my place in the galaxy as the Imperial Crown Prince. I may not be ready to assume the throne any time soon but my time will come and my parents expect me to lead in their stead and they also expect me to have my own child or children and do the same with them and I will. I may be a rebel to my parents but I do respect them and don't want to let them down. I just want to be allowed to live as I see fit on my own time and allowed to be me even when performing my official duties.
My musings are lost when there's a knock on the door that I know to be from Gavin. He knocks a certain way for me to know its him without tapping into the Force and I pull Talia off of me quickly and bring the covers over our naked bodies as he opens the door.
"Your Highness," Gavin says with his voice masked by the vocoder built into his helmet. "It's time to go." He closes the door behind him to let me get ready in private.
My question is finally answered, it's morning and apparently around eight hundred or so standard hours. I'm supposed to have breakfast with my parents this morning and then most likely I'll be flying off to wherever they want me to go next to make an appearance.
With the timing, it's probably Naboo, the home world of my father. The Naboo holiday of Festival of Glad Arrival (one of my father's favorite Naboo holidays for some reason) is in a few days and my parents have been sending me out more and more to attend planetary events and Imperial events on other planets to get the people use to seeing me and preparing them for my eventual accession to the throne. My father is paranoid and wants me to be prepared for anything, stuff happens all the time and he wants to know that I could step in for him or step up to be Emperor when he dies or if he's murdered.
I'm not prepared for that but should either of those things happen then I won't have a choice but to ascend to the throne and lead the Empire as Emperor.
Pushing my thoughts away, I look over to Talia and press my lips against hers for a kiss before pulling back and standing to my feet. "It's been... real." I absently say looking for my clothes and begin to get dressed as I find garment after garment around the room. If we weren't exactly hasty then they'd be together but my jacket is in one corner, my shirt in the other, my pants at the foot of the bed and the rest thrown about the room like a tornado swept through.
"It's been real?" Talia repeats, her voice laced with hurt and anger. "That's all you have to say?"
I look at her for a moment, my blue eyes locked onto her currently stormy blue eyes and nod. "That is what I said yes and yes that's all I have to say. You sought me out, not the other way around Talia and you know who and what I am. I'm not exactly a one girl kind of guy and we're not exactly exclusive. We're fuck buddies, or is that not what you called us last time we were together?" I sit on the foot of the bed and tie my boots.
She stands to her feet and walks around the bed to stand before me. "I may have said that... yes but I thought you said you wanted to wake to this every morning...?"
Shrugging, I continue tying my boots. "Talia, you and me, we're not a couple and we probably never will be. I don't care what your parents want, they don't control me and if I were you I'd stop letting them control you. You're not like your parents, you don't kill just to keep your position and you don't use people just to get ahead or to keep the Emperor's favor. Don't follow in their footsteps, I like you for you and I like this but I'm not ready to settle down. I have enough things to deal with without adding more to it. So if you want to keep doing this... whatever, this is then I'm onboard but don't make assumptions about me or jump to conclusions based on the words of a man just waking up to a beautiful woman with her hand on his dick." I stand up after finishing tying my boots and stand before her, my eyes locked on hers. "I had fun and hope we can do it again some time. I like you, a lot Talia but I'm not ready to be in a real relationship, not now. Maybe someday and maybe that someday will be with you but don't put your hopes on that possibility. If it's meant to be, it's meant to be but if it's not then don't push other guys away because you want me. A lot of women want me, I'm the most sought after man in the galaxy for women because of my status and good looks, can you tell me that if I was just a regular guy that you'd want me or that your parents would allow you to be with me?"
I hold her gaze, she looks down sadly and shakes her head. I hate breaking hearts especially Talia's who I really do care a lot for but she has to know that I may like her but I don't love her. There's a big difference there and I'm really not ready to start seeing anyone exclusively. Someday sure but that's only when I meet the woman that makes me so crazy for her, that I want nobody else. Talia simply isn't her, despite how beautiful and good she is in bed.
"I'll see you around," I tilt her head back and give her a kiss to remember me by and then leave her in the room and walk out with my Royal Guards towards my awaiting airspeeder motorcade.
Author's Note: This is another different kind of story that I've been writing for some time now. I just finished writing this chapter last night and finished polishing it to my liking and I hope you liked it!
If you follow my other stories, just know they are still in progress. I updated my new story: Bachelorette Party just yesterday and I only published that on Monday. I am almost done writing chapter three of the Emperor and will post that when I complete it and for my prized story: A Sith in Sheep's Clothing, that next chapter is about half done. I wrote quite a few chapter fours for that story and kept deleting them but then I restarted the chapter and added something that I know you'll enjoy seeing and that chapter will also contain the much awaited Padmé! So it will be a great chapter when I finish it and I will post it once I do! I still didn't rewrite the first two chapters though, I partially rewrote them but have yet to complete them. So rest assured, the next chapter is actively being written and those first two chapters are being rewritten as I said I was going to do and they'll all be posted when I complete them.
Now as for this story, I wanted to start this off with a bang and I literally did that but I couldn't do with it Padmé. However, we'll meet her next chapter and things will start to happen. It may not be anything like this chapter but I'll take their relationship slow (unlike canon) and let me say that Queen Amidala (Anakin and Padmé are the same age in this story, both being nineteen) is different than from canon. The Trade Federation blockade and invasion didn't happen but the Rebellion has been around a lot longer and is also different than it was in canon. There are also Jedi out and about around the galaxy even after twenty plus years of the Empire being around. The Empire is also slightly different and I'm sure you were surprised to see an Empress especially with her being Shmi and don't worry we'll see her and the Emperor next chapter too. As for Talia, we'll see her again. She won't be a major OC, she'll be a minor OC but be prepared for some surprises in regards to her and I don't think you'll see them coming... or maybe you will.
As for Anakin, I'm sure you noticed that he is a very different man than the man we saw in AOTC. That's because he's totally different and so wasn't his life. You probably expected him to be a tyrant like his father and his father is very much a tyrant (and yes, his father) but he has his mother (yes, Shmi) and he's very much an independent man. He learned much of what his father, mother and instructors/tutors taught him but he still retained his independence, his own personality and his own sense of what is right and wrong for him. He isn't his father, he's not his mother, he's his own man and isn't about to let anyone change that. He's also a bit of a player as I'm sure you noticed but that is because he's the Imperial Crown Prince and women throw themselves at him all the time and he simply never met the one (Padmé). When he does... things will change but until then, Anakin simply won't have a reason to change his act.
I hope I hooked you in like I was planning on doing. Whenever I start a story there needs to be a hook to draw you in and this was mine for this story. I like writing smut especially when it involves Anidala and we'll get to that soon enough.
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