Queen Amidala

What if Padmé Amidala never went to Mustafar after Anakin turned to the dark side?

This Fan Fiction takes place after order sixty-six; Anakin goes home to make sure his wife and child are all right; and explains the mission the chancellor put on him, on the Mustafar system. He will ask her to stay in the capital, to wait for him there, and when she does, the entire fate of the galaxy, changes forever…

Chapter I: Wait for me

The dark night seemed endless in Coruscant.

Padmé Amidala walks across her bedroom, feeling like madness has come and claimed her mind. She rubs her eyes crazily, as if in doing so, she could erase the terrible sight her eyes had behold.

The Jedi temple, on fire.

How could it be? What could that even mean?

She fears to go out and discover the truth, yet a few more moments and she would've gone out, just like that in her light evening clothes, without a care in the damn world.

But the occasion is not necessary anymore, for her golden protocol droid enters, with that same unperturbed voice, announcing the arrival of a Jedi Knight, accompanied by that little blue droid, R2D2.

C3PO hurries towards little R2D2, almost as fast as Anakin to Padmé. And before his old friend could communicate anything, 3PO shuts him up, trying to peak at the conversation between the senator and master Anakin.

While Padmé was still in Anakin's arms, her mouth seemed to be dropping, incredulous, as if her husband was relating some cruel truth. Something too evil to even be plausible.

"The Jedi have tried to overthrow the republic," Anakin said.

"I can't believe that!" Padmé cried.

He proceeds to tell her everything, his witnessing of the chancellor's attempt murder—by master Windu!—the rebellion across the galaxy by all the Jedi, and most terrible of all, the persecution that followed.

"All clones have orders to kill any Jedi in sight," Anakin was saying.

"Oh Anakin!" Padmé cried, frightened. "Does that mean that you—they are looking for you, as well!"

"No, Padmé. The chancellor knows I stayed true to him, and the republic, he's giving me a very important mission, and when I am done, the war will be over."

In the midst of her desperation, she is able of seeing the light. He is safe! And—could she have heard that right? The war will be over!

Finally, after three long, exhausting, and violent years of the Clone Wars, the galaxy will be at peace! Finally, after fighting for democracy for so long—but, that doesn't seem right; why, it was the Jedi that helped fight the war! How could it be possible for them to be left out, or better said, wiped out? There was something in Anakin's story that just didn't seem right, something was missing, some important piece of information, but she was far too scared to even ask for more. The war was as good as over, he was safe, and that was all that should matter to her, but suddenly she remembered, with profound sadness, how much the republic owed to the Jedi order. She thought of the masters of peace who helped her during the invasion of her home planet, those who made her life and security a priority when a bounty hunter was out to kill her, and almost inevitably, she shed tears, asking—

"Anakin, what about Obi-Wan?"

He sighed and looked down, "I don't know," he said. "Many Jedi have been killed. We can only hope he's remained loyal to the chancellor."

"Anakin, I am afraid," she muttered.

He then put a hand on her face, caressing her, tenderly and reassuringly.

He explained again how the end of the war was so near, trying to comfort her and diminish her trembling fears.

"Please, wait for me till I return," he said, grimly. "Please, my love. Wait for me."

He whispered some words she barely heard, and with a kiss, he set course to Mustafar.