Padme watched the flames consume the body of Qui-Gon Jinn. A revered yet defiant Jedi Master, Qui-Gon had been unlike anyone she had ever met before. He was a Jedi Master, a battle-hardened warrior, yet he had been so kind and gentle. She had only known him to be stern when the situation called for him to be so, otherwise his wise, regal face was soft, his clear, crystal blue eyes kind. He had been selfless and generous.
She nearly smiled as she recalled what she would forever call his roguishcharm, the way he's give her a smirky smile that would just touch his eyes, making them seen to laugh at her while his voice remained quite, or the way he was slightly openly charming with her and Anakin's mother, Shmi Skywalker, he would let the charm flow through his rich, smooth, baritone voice. She would forever miss that.
He had been a maverick, but Padme saw no fault in it because she knew that he was merely following his heart. She had seen it, she had felt it.
In the few days she had known, she had grown rather close to the Jedi. She would forever miss him, him, his voice, his eyes, his face, every bit of him she had come to know and recognize she would remember forever.
He had been struck down in battle by a Sith Lord in battle as they sought to retake Naboo from the Trade Federation.
Padme closed her eyes and lowered her head, fighting back tears.
He hadn't deserved such a fate, such an abrupt death.
A hand on her shoulder made her look over. The hand belonged to Chancellor Palpatine, who was looking at her with a sympathetic gaze.
She gave him a small smile and turned her own gaze back to the funeral pyer of the Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn.
She vowed to forever remember Master Jinn.