I watch mi'lady as she process down the solemn streets of Theed,
Flowers placed delicately In her hair
She is holding the necklace
The same one she would
Hold in times of distress
It is a time of distress for everyone
The emperor said that a rogue Jedi attack killed her
But i know the truth
However I worry for her family
Whom she loved dearly
I am so caught up in my thoughts
That I nearly miss them placing her into the house of rest
But now I must go and greet mi'lady for I am Cordé the forever watchful handmaiden even after death