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Actually, I want to makea fic for Padme during RoTS, but to be able to do that, I have to change some things in Eps. I and II.

So, I changed some things from Eps. I and II. That's why the first 3 chapters of this fic will be flashbacks.. I hope you enjoy it. And, please please review... :D

Oh yea, you've been warned: This fic contains a wee bit of Obidala. :D

1

The sun outside the chamber was beaming brightly. Its grandeur shone above every curve of every object; shone above the darkest of all that was dark. Not a single corner was left alone and gloomy. Shone above all creatures and places. All except for the chamber itself.

The chamber was as dark as a nightmare could possibly be. Its tightly closed curtains seemed as if they wished to conceal whatever that was resting in it; the unlit hanging lamps, the tall shelves with their heavy books and obscure little statues, the conference desk, the high-backed chairs, and the lady sitting on one of them.

The room was dim, but from a few of streak of light that were peeping from the gap that the wind made to the curtain when it blew slightly, her figure was sighted. Her weary shoulders were dropped, they were exhausted and burden with every noiseless pant she breathed, as if she was afraid if she inhaled too deeply or too hard, everything that was surrounding her would condemn her for have ruining the peace they have difficultly managed. Frowns on her forehead marred her lovely face. And her eyes, her eyes were opened and they were looking, but never were they seeing. They seemed like a person wanting to talk some words, but decided to wait for a better time to do so. That was what they were like: they were dying to let something out of them, but their owner forced them not to. She knew that the things were more than eager to come out of her, but she refused to let them fall.

The lady sat motionless for she had nothing to do in a quietness and darkness such as this. Her dull mind led her thought to the person she had been waiting for. Her host was late. He was always late when it came to her. He was never there. He was there for all the human beings, maybe even the Gungans, or the… Oh, she didn't know! She didn't care for them; let alone what they were called. But he cared for them, and he was always there for them, but not for her.

It was her dull minds also that made her wandering eyes leapt their gazes from one place to another, from the smooth table, to her left hand that was, unheeded to her before, clenching it so tightly. A wedding ring was glimmering on one of the fingers.

"Padme Amidala, would you take… "

She closed her eyes and shook her head as if she wanted to erase the memory by doing so. I can't believe, she thought, I can't believe it has been 3 years since… Since our wedding.

The thought made her shiver and she was glad she had lost it. But, alas, it had led another memory to dive in. One memory. Then, one after another. She couldn't resist. She was too weak. One memory after another consumed her and she was too weak to resist.

"It feels like yesterday…"

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"Your Highness,"

Naboo was a small beautiful planet in the Galactic Republic. The planet was ruled by a king or a queen, and the leadership was passed on to the next ruler every 6 years. If there was a king or queen who was not nice and just, and more of a tyrant than a loving guide and example figure towards his or her people, the recently elected King Padua, Padme's father, was not one of them. However, being a king was never a simple task. There was the problem with The Gungans, who isolated themselves underwater. And just when the old king had been trying with all his might to reunite them with his people, just when a dispute could eventually be coming to an end, the greedy Trade Federation had stopped all shipping to the small planet. The Supreme Chancellor may have secretly dispatched two Jedi Knights to settle the tumult, but it seemed that the young Princess of Naboo was not a person easy to be satisfied.

"Your Highness," called the princess, "we have to do something!"

"What else should we do?" was the reply. "Let the Jedi Knights do their job. They'll know what to do."

"Your Highness," her voice turned higher, it was not her nature to stay calm. "We can't just sit here!"

"Don't worry, we're not. I'm sitting, but if you can see yourself right now, you're kind of crouching before me," said the King with a grin.

"Father!"

"Good Heavens, Padme! I am still your King!" His grin has disappeared. His fingers clenched the arms of the chair so tightly and his eyes were staring at his only daughter with a look of deep concern. At that moment nevertheless, she knew he loved him. And he knew she loved him as much as he did. And slowly, he retired himself back to his throne and laid his head back while closing his eyelids. Padme had begun to think he was leaving her for his dozing when she heard his deep breath and noiselessly spoke, "They'll know what to do, Padme. They'll know."

Oh, she was sure they knew what to do. But she knew she knew it more than them. So, it wasn't a surprise when she put off all her princess-like makeup and accessories (like she always did), put on her black cloak and was excited to settle the matter herself. No doubt! Nothing could ever come in her way. She was so close to the hangar. She could climb up to one of those jets. And fly her way to the Viceroy's ship. All she should do was to walk – very – very – slowly –

A flash of light struck her to death. A strong grasp held her back. The thing grabbed her shoulder so firmly she let out a shriek of pain; mixtures of both ache and shock. It forced her to turn around.

She finally saw the thing.

The end of chapter 1. I hope you enjoy it. If you do, please review.. :D

Thank you