Padme' Amidala did not usually take aimless strolls, well no. Padme' Amidala wanted to take aimless strolls but never had the time. So it was a rare occasion for the gardeners to see the Senator wondering over the Nabboian fields. Her dark hair was turned up into a loose bun, body covered in a light teal dress and eyes fixated on a book about pre-war outer-rim.

Obi-Wan loved the warm Nabboian sun; it was warm enough to be comforting but not so hot that it became a nuisance. As he stood on the patio outside his luxurious bedroom, clad in only his light ghee trousers, he freed his mind, allowing it to connect to the force and search for any threats to the Senator. The Jedi Master had been assigned to protect her for a fortnight until the conferences in Naboo were over. He had taken the assignment with hesitation but eventual acceptance of duty- Gods he hated politicians.

Padme' laughed at the openly intolerant attack on the outer-rim that the book gave. She, in private, had always disagreed that the outer-rim was uncivilised. They were just as intelligent and successful as they were. But then again she disagreed with the senate on many matters. Her thoughts were halted instantly as she saw a group of her hand-maidens huddled behind a bush giggling. Slamming the book shut and concealing it inside her satchel she snook up quietly on her servants. "And what prey-tell are we finding amusing?" Padme' suppressed a smile; she knew all of her hand maidens like sisters and would never chastise them for anything. All four turned round and curtsied at their mistress.

"Nothing M' am. Nothing at all." All four let out a small giggle, trying hard not to look Padme in the eye.
"I shall be the judge of that". Padme' pushed away a few stray branches and assumed her maidens vantage point.

Standing directly opposite the bush, chest bare was her Jedi protector. Padme' was stunned, not by her hand maiden's behaviour-it was to be expected- but by the sheer masculinity of the Jedi Master. He moved with such grace she often forgot how muscular he was compared to his Padawan.

"Padme' are you quite alright?" Dorme' added with a smile: "We can give you two a moment alone!"

Returning to her emotionless Senator's face Padme' turned to her handmaidens, blocking the flourish of feelings that coursed through her veins from their view.
"I am quite fine, it is a lovely day and I suggest you follow my example and take a long stroll, after all we are not pleased with such gentle weather often!"

The Master Jedi opened one of his steely blue eyes gently peeking out into the meadows that lay out in front of his balcony.

"SITH SPIT! Can that woman not stay where she is meant to for more than five seconds?" Even as Obi-Wan muttered the word he began to allow the irritation to flow away from him, attempting to reach equilibrium.

He allowed himself one more peak, she was reading-as per usual! The light glinted off her loose hair, he had never appreciated before how beautiful she could look out of ceremonial dress. Common clothes seemed to suit her more. As if the adornment that was forced upon her looked unnatural, she had a natural beauty. Obi-Wan opened his other eye and gently let himself down on one knee and repeated the shortened form of the Code:

There is no emotion, there is peace,

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge,

There is no passion there is serenity,

There is no chaos there is harmony,

There is no death, there is the force.

Gently repeating the words in his head the whirlwind of emotion that the young Senator induced calmed and finally subsided. An open grin spread across his face, he tilted his head silently to the suns of Naboo, their warm heat blazing down onto his face and reassuring him of the continued success of his campaign here. Suddenly he felt optimistic about his time on the planet.

Padme' deliberately dropped her book from her satchel as she walked away with her handmaiden's, leaving it a convincing three minutes before stopping dead in her tracks: "Ohh, Sith Spit! I left my book at your hiding place. I'll be back, go on ahead." Dorme' cocked an eyebrow but said nothing, simply winking sat her mistress before instructing the younger hand maidens that they would go for a turn about the meadow two field's down.

"Enjoy studying your, book Padme'!"

"Dorme' you know that all I study you've usually seen first so you know what enjoyment I will gain!"

Waiting for her handmaidens to turn and leave she turned back to the bush she had accidentally left her book behind. It was not in her nature to drool over men, especially men such as Obi-Wan that she held in esteem. Something about the sight was drawing her back to observe him some more, his meditations intrigues her.

"What the force?" Padme's dark eyes strained against the suns over to the balcony where the Master Jedi seemed to be tanning his face! Her dark eyes flickered over him once more, still bewildered by his behaviour, and then she decided that she would not stand about gawking at Obi-Wan like some foolish schoolgirl and grabbed her book and ran off towards her handmaidens.