A Show Of Devotion
With a big grin, Anakin finished the rock carving. He doubted Obi-Wan would approve of this use of a lightsaber, on many levels. But he was in love and it didn't matter.
"Hey, Padmé," Anakin called over his shoulder. "Come look!" His beloved came bounding through the fields toward the rock formation where Anakin stood. With pride, he directed her toward the carving, still steaming from the cut of the lightsaber.
"So, what do you think?" Anakin asked, looking as proud as he was when he was a young podracing champion.
"It's uh, nice, Ani. You even drew the heart with fancy scrollwork. That must've taken a lot of skill." Padmé looked at the ground uncomfortably.
"Is there something wrong with it? Did I break some Naboo law against vandalism or something?"
"No, it's not that..."
"Something about it is bothering you. What is it?" Anakin was crestfallen. Had he offended his sweetheart?
"Um, you spelled my name wrong," Padmé said sheepishly.
Anakin glanced back at his handiwork with horror. "I did?"
"It's P-A-D-M-E with an accent grave over the 'e.' Not P-A-D-M-A-Y."
Anakin looked at Padmé, then at the rock carving forever marked with "Anakin + Padmay" within a big heart. A moment later he let loose a string of the foulest Huttese curses.
"It's okay," Padmé said, unheard in Anakin's tirade, "until now I always thought you spelled your name A-N-N-A-K-I-N."
Th'End